True Honey Buns (dat Freak Shit)

Bahamadia

I'm reclinin' out West - maxin at da ress pressed to see my cutie that



I call to come caress me desperate pooh unavailable da check dis - not



into masturbating yo cuz that's some other shit since I had hit a dry



spell I figured I'd manicure my nails den out da blue I'm interrupted



by the bell it was Kia talkin bout Dia c'mon let's bounce tonight



Wu-Tang performin at da Fever and I got backstage passes - vip status



da after party's at the Marriott we in the night like Gladys cool I



can do wit dat give me 45, so I can wash da pussy cat a marinade da



body hop in mizarahi tighten up dah afro and turn to superhottie tell



you what I'll hit you up soon as I'm ready when I see your Mitsubishi



out front we jettin'



(chorus)



Arrived at da club like 11:45 - scenery was live - mob like a 3-2



center outside fly riders da whole shabang you know how Philly hang



come time nah get extravagant while I was side tracked by the glamour



and the glitz key was chattin' wit a bouncer telling him we on nah



list within a split second we escorted through conjestion routine



friskin' metal detection all's clear as air - no question so we



grabbed at the bar and head towards da dance section wit no hesitation



we breeze to the back in the green room where the celebrities was at,



that's when nah propaganda began to emerge star stud events must



trigger hoochie alerts cuz Kia went berserk, diggy low at first subtle



body language actin'like a flirt tongue stickin out wit da' baby doll



pout talkin' all loud I'm like what's dis all about ... -mono-



Here come tha' raw maneuver luew-der than imagined Kia aimin' for



attention strivin for it with a passion slips out her sarong starts



dancing in her thongs like a bootie song was on I said sis you know



you wrong