Come on girl! Oooh! Yeah!
You re my pretty little angel, gorgeous little girl
I really love to see you in your candy curl
You re sugar in the morning, sugar in the night
Come-a, come-a, come-a, mama, treat me right
Chorus:
[Guru]
First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
When I cock back these lyrics, y all punks best be ghost
I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
The illest one, I m almost doper than anyone
Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy...
[Chorus:]
What they do ?
You’s a motha*** hot boy,
I can be your hot girl,
Lemme set your body on fire,
What they do ?
You’s a motha*** hot boy,
I can be your hot girl,
Lemme set your body on fire, fire
[Verse 1:]
I can cook...
I remember the day
You went out of your way
Just to see me, I do
I still feel butterflies
When I look in your eyes
That old magic in you still there
Still the same
Like the sun and the rain
Nothing s changed
Our love remains
You re my anchor and my sail in the wind
I need you...
Biased till the last day
Till the day I have to die
To overcome the legacy
And asked my self - why?
Seeking for the truth that hides in the shady past
Our frightful past tense leads to the typecast
I ve spoken out - accused and worried
Fucking bleed - historical force feed
I ve been accused...