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
Artist: Kool G. Rap