Ghostface k**ah - Wisdom Body lyrics

[Intro] No man all b**hes are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke, wake up one morning with some money They're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough When I get a b**h, I got a b**h (right on) [Ghostface] Word up Got motherf**ing brother wise You know what I'm saying? Teaching the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, you know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface, flippin the marvelous track Yeah, you know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the banging-est sounds that I invent Fake n***as who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly n***a with his back against the wall Heads clapped once I came in the door I played the speaker, sipping a Kahlua Saw this bad b**h wit a switch and yo, I had to step to her In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the sh** was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like gla** in the sun Never diss 'em, it's hard for a n***a just to miss 'em Especially, when you're browsing, going fishing Your waistline, banging like a ba**line Physical form is well complex And yo, I love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild, with your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong You're rocking labels - Tommy Hil, down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through A-yo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a n***a crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's a** Your body lotion is the potion The sh** got me open like dust and yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo We can go the distance, I put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked the hot Arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of sh**, and brothers catching repercussions Yo, straight up