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kool g rap and dj polo - a thug's love story (chapter i, ii, iii) كلمات الأغنية

[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 sh-t straight out of a hollywood flick
me and my clique met the chick up at saint nicks
honey was thick, i was the first n-gg- to kick
yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
i couldn’t quit, trying to peep out the privates
the live sh-t, you know how loose i get
i’m scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
plump cherry lips, medium t-ts, ch-nk 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 sh-t
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 sh-t is illin, i don’t like it
f-ck 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, “h-llo, 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 five digit o’s, on bimbo’s
bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
my eyes closed her n-gg- dozed, when i awoke
saw mad snow, we at her spot at the poconos
bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
she changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
took me into the master suite, sh-t was sweet
ja’causezi four feet deep, with satin sheets
as i was speaking to this half black/latin freak
met on a manhatten street, body pet-te, fat on the cheeks
i was getting open, started laughing and joking
we wee

- kool g rap and dj polo

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