My friend, this is not a good book for you…
Not a good look for you
Swallowin’ your pride is not what a good crook would do…
I ‘ain’t’ even raised my pinky and nobody took it to the levels that I took it to
I was a small skinny ‘nugga’ but I left ‘a lotta’ people trembling
Maybe it’s the way I look at you…
It’s those demons in my eyes…made me larger than life
But then ‘ain’t nobody wanna **** witchu…’
So then you sit down and accept your choices and accept the fate that was given you
Celebrity…
If you walk down the street and you get stopped by a stranger calling your name
Then you’re already a celebrity
You have people behind your back constantly trying to defame
Then you’re already a celebrity
You have people talking about how well they know you and you can’t say the same
Then you’re already a celebrity
You got ladies drenching draws just from the sound of your name
Then you’re already a celebrity…
Just a little prelude
Now back to the main event…
Let me see
Hello son
Hello one
Hello all
Hello some
Hello none
Just for fun
Talk with me, speak with me…
Have you weak in the knees
Thighs wet let me see
Spread ’em wide, panties soaked, I see
That nice scent chokin’ me, provokin’ me
Well, I guess this can only be the only me
Martyr like Steven so when I burn
You be throwin’ herb when they’re stonin’ me
While my hand’s up your skirt I get a smile on your face
By sayin’ some dumb shit like that ‘outa’ obscurity
Can’t get enough with my hand playin’ a fine tuned instrument
The melody givin’ a true sense of security
All I hear is, “Baby slow down ’cause when it rains
It’s ‘gonna’ be pourin’.”
See
I get that but the more energy you get
The more I be slippin’ you my digits ’cause I ‘wanna’ set you free
Cheesy, I know but that’s the last thing on your mind
The first is, “Ain’t no man did this to me.”
Cocky, I know but with experience comes knowledge
And with knowledge
Comes ability and with practice ability breeds ability
So I can acquire more knowledge
If you see it as cocky
Don’t worry I got another cliché and it’s like this
You just have to get a taste of my confidence and I’m confident
If you go black I will break your back
Picture a quiet voice in your ear while I’m sayin’ all that
Pullin’ down your panties
Makin’ you lose all track
Lose all tact
Ask me some random question
Like
“You sure you ‘wanna’ be doin’ all that?”
Pullin’ them down to the feet
Then comin’ right back
Pullin’ up the skirt and you’re getting in the mood
So you push it all back
You know what that looks like
A nice little kitty, kitty cat
You’re reachin’ around unzippin’ my jeans
Sayin’, “Gimmi somma dat.”
My fingers are soaked ’cause I was testin’ all that
Tight like a nun
Now it’s my turn askin’ you if you’re wanting all that
This is the point of no return
And if you want right now you can turn it around
And take it all back
But then you bend over the bed face down ass up
And I lose all track
Imagine that
If I looked back I’ve walked a million miles
Acquired a million styles
My goal in life is to see on the faces
A million smiles for a million ‘childs’
Yeah that’s not the right word
But when you got a million you change the rules
So you don’t see your millions spoiled on Unicef
I got personal
Or a million dials
My friend, you seem to be thinkin’ a lot
Would you mind explainin’ the plot
“Well, this is a story for the ages.
About a man who time literally forgot; agelessly old.
Always tellin’ you to thank him not because if he died you’d all forgot
That he did a lot…”
So why thank him not
“If you thanked him a lot
You’d be deceivin’ yourself because when his time comes
You’re gonna feel abandoned, hate him a lot.
So take it as advice, suggestions I make to make what’s hailin’ you stop.”
So you’re sayin’ that if you planted me a tree
It bears fruit and I end up eating a lot
I shouldn’t be saying any thanks
Even if I never aided with the crop
“Well, I guess then you can thank me by sharin’ your lot
Because the thing about food
Is eventually it rots.
So eat and be merry and that would thank me a lot
But I won’t be needing your props.
Just like for many years I was never needin’ a pops, crackle, snap, **** you.”
Stop gettin’ off track
“Takin’ it back with this tickety tock.
Times rollin’ again and anyone who doubts can suck my…”
Seen, seen…
So then you sit down and accept your choices and accept the fate that was given you
But then ‘ain’t nobody wanna **** witchu…’
It’s those demons in my eyes…made me larger than life
Maybe it’s the way I look at you…
I was a small skinny ‘nugga’ but I left ‘a lotta’ people trembling
I ‘ain’t’ even raised my pinky and nobody took it to the levels that I took it to
Swallowin’ your pride is not what a good crook would do…
Not a good look for you
My friend, this is not a good book for you…
G.C. Nov. 17/2007
Edited a bit May 02/2012