Yeah, runnin' the streets,
Word up, check his technique, yeah
Flippin' the marvelous track
You know the steelo, but yo, yo
Check the bangin' sounds that I invent
Fake niggas who tried to flex
Wit his back against the wall
Heads clocked once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch
And, yo, I had to step to
And rather wished the current
I looked and knew the shit was on
allow to introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and honey,
you've been rated top shelf
Yo, what's your name hon',
just like glass in the sun
it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em
Especially, when you're browsin',
Physical form is well complexed
And, yo, I love your outline, boo
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strikeout, tell me what can
Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne
Show me the vibe and I'll be more than
I know you love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang
Plus, see you're the type
your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion,
the shit got me open like dust
And yo, your stee' is high potent, yo
From this convo we can spark
I walked the hot Arabian desert,
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed
my joint and knew where to put it
Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo
It be the Wu- Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
And brothers catchin' repercussions