'cause she don't even have a clue.. my game's glue I rock the joop_city pseudonym, bootin' 'em shorties with my Giorgio Brutinis, when they beat the city.
baby,
you be that limp in my left leg. tryna' be that stride in my right..
manipulate pussy so well,
cat see my pubic hairs and get eager to get tangled in that ball of yarn..
but don't yawn,
'cause I fit dick through open lips & give you that soca stride whinin' 'em swollen hips..
i be that mack daddy cadillac backseat pimp that give you that extra lift with yuh ass cheeks.. ______________________________________________ "Trilogies of my saga begin to unfold, nothing but/ profound thoughts about the struggle that my ancestors fought/& sought/ freedom for us so we can buy Eddie without harrassment and the WASHINGTON POST is tellin' me in so many words, that the struggle's not over/ 'nigga hand it over---those boots, that watch, those rings, and I want fries to go with that'--- is what their hollerin' every 3mins. in AMERICA, &/ Erykah/ gave us the mirror image of the black man when she wrote 'TYRONE'" -JD (DC's rhythm poet)