[Kool G Rap]



I Know This Chick Yo Mami Is Rich She Push A Six



Living Some Bloodshed Her Man Is Pushing Bricks



Crib Way Out In The Sticks They House Looking Slick



It's Like Some Shit Straight Out Of A Hollywood Flick



Me And My Clique Met The Chick Up At Saint Nicks



Honey Was Thick I Was The First Nigga To Kick



Yo Mami Was Thick Silk Skirt With Thigh Split



I Couldn't Quit Trying To Peep Out The Privates



The Live Shit, You Know How Loose I Get



I'm Scheming On Her Back, Peeping Her Hips, Fiending To Hit



Plump Cherry Lips, Medium Tits, Chink Eyes Her Baby Hair Chick



The Type You Want To Pair With, Have An Affair With



? Flip Me The Digits, To The Hip And The Phone Flip



Said She Had To Split, Hopped In The Whip, Headed Up The Strip



Probably Had To Get With Her Man And Shit



Later On At Night, I'm Stressing Love At First Sight



Some Ain't Right, I Ain't The Type Of Cat Like Me



To Be Dealing With Mad Feelings



And Even Though Mami Was Mad Appealing



Body Revealing And Big Wheeling



This Shit Is Illin, I Don't Like It



Fuck It, I Can't Fight It



I Reaching For The Cordless To Call Miss



I Insist To Get With This



Tan Tone Answer The Phone, "Hello, Who This?" (chick)



"It's Me Baby, G Luciano, What Up Lady"



"Fine And How You Doing Boo" (chick)



"Ain't Nothing New But You, Angel, Yo Why Don't You Swing Through



"we Could Sip On Some Champagne From Spain Boo"



About An Hour Or Two She Came Thru, Fly Hairdo



We Link, Push In The Six Circle Circle Drink



To Purple Mink, Had Mad Bank, Chanel Bag Full Of Benjamin Franks



More Ices Than A Hockey Rink, Face Of A Saint



Went For A Drink ? Hot Shots



Would Wanna Spend Those Fiv