Intro/Chorus: Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Dum dum) Verse One: Dray Aiyo peep it can you keep it down while I rock tick tock about this chick around the block? She was high host to the most hostess no boastin Back in '85 she was live yo no jokin A real go getter, didn't try and sweat her Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin Bitch, young Miss, only dated older fellas My slang couldn't hang, no thang, I wasn't jealous of her Chorus Verse Two: Dray Oh yeah, where was I? Bustin, now I'm ready Now it's '87 and Miss Thing is goin steady She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist then the Tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that I was seein But that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein...... Chorus Verse Three: Skoob Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser Remember that chick Loretta, back in the days I used ta sweat her I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter She was kickin it to my man Stan who's livin phatter than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my Reebok's Now she's in a jam cos, Stan was slangin rocks, but look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after I'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa Word to mom dukes, she was suits so I took her to my show Just to show my niggas that the hooker was..... Chorus Verse Four: Skoob Ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, G Yo mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me My neck was on her tongue, *?Ep's?* was gettin swung Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, I screwed her I showed her, I rolled her, from here to North Dakota I gangbanged the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta I stuck it in her [BACKWARDS], bust a nut, she was starvin So I pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was....... Chorus to fadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
