A Thug's Love Story (chapter I Ii Iii) - Kool G. Rap

[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