Lyrics

I was standing on the corner in the middle of the square Tryin' to make me some arrangements To get some of that dynamite reefer there Now, I was already high And dressed very fly Just standin' on the corner Watchin' all the fine hoes When up drove my main man big money Vann In his super ninety-eight Olds Now as Van stepped out And he looked about to me He began to speak Came his real fine freak She wore a black chemise dress Considered to be one of the very best Hair was glassy black Eyes a deep see green-blue Her skin boss dark hue Man! She was some kind of fine! Now, as I spoke to Vann, and I shook his hand And I asked him "Is that your honey?" Without no jive This was the dude's reply, "Like she's anybody's. who wants to make some Money." "She's really down And known all around As Doriella Du Fontaine She plays her stick Mind you, she's slick She's one of the best in the game This girl's no jerk I've seen her work She's nice and she can use her head And she's good with her crack From a long way's back And she's done made me a whole lot of bread." Now, Vann was sporting a Panama Straw Had a Corona-producto stuck out the side of his jaw He wore a beige silk suit That looked real silky And my man was dressed like to make Rockefeller feel guilty Now I was pressed, I must confess Although I couldn't compare with Vann It's not that his taste is better than mine Just that he is the big money man "Hey, fellows," Doriella said "I'm starving as can be How about a bite to eat?" So we all agreed On a fabulous feed Down at the Waldorf Now the Waldorf was blowing In bright neon light Although this was my first flight We were all clean as the board of health Three players, that's true In rainbows of blue And we painted a picture of wealth Now as we were dining Vann started unwinding He began to run his mouth off to me But as we left I dug his woman, Doriella Du Fontaine Was standing pinning on me "Hey fellow," Doriella said "Since we met I'm glad So here's the address to my pad." So next Saturday I got real fly And I went to see Miss Du Fontaine I stopped off at my main man Jaws He dealt in snow And I copped me some cocaine Now I got to her pad Jim it was some kind of bad It was really a bar set She had a 5-inch carpet Which was limited in a market Somewhere from the far-East Orient The high file was sailin' And I wasn't failing But I just couldn't rap to this queen She dug my feet was cold And took a tigh hold And gave me some pot, Chicago Green She said "You be my man And together we'll trick the land And I'll be your true-blue bitch Although you'll have to show me to those other squares I'll take their dough and make you rich." Now you know where I'm at! I really went for that And I put this fine ho in her bed Me and this queen made love supreme And I flipped when she gave me some head Now, next Saturday round one We were out having fun At the club known as the Island of Joy When in walked Dixie Fair Drugstore millionaire International playboy "Hey, fellow," Dixie said, " Who's that fine model in red? Why I'll give you a fee, if you introduce her to me." So I did, and my woman, D, she did the rest "Next morning in bed horse honey she said I can beat Dixie for all his bread But you have to wait patiently Like a hustler on the sunny lands of New Mexico Because I don't want you around When I take off this clown And I get him hung up in my den But when I pull through Baby, I'll come straight to you And you'll never have to hustle again." So the next morning I jumped in my $500 dollar grey silk vine Downed me an ice cold pint of vine I snatched my bank book And I made reservations on TWA airline Now, my stay wasn't bad I had a fabulous pad I pulled plenty of fabulous hoes I pulled Miss Carmen Vista Who was huge in the Keister And first cousin to Mexicali Rose The climat was hot And there was plenty of pot And the tequila's were dynamite As I laid in my shack, on top of Carmen's back I had her on her knees all night Now one morning As I patiently waited I got a telegram that stated It said, "Papa daddy I made a real grand slam I'm on my way. TWA Comet number 3 Be in New Mexico by four Can't say no more. Love, your fine woman, D." Comin' then gave me a bath in ice cold milk And I jumped in my $500 dollar grey silk And downed me a pint of ice-cold wine When I dug the New York news That shook me in my shoes With its bold daring headline.. It read Bulletin. Last night, Dixie Fair.. Drug store millionaire.. Committed suicide.. Left all his fame To Miss Du Fontaine, stated to be his bride." So then I made a B line on down to the airport Just in time to hear the announcer say "Attention in the lobby Attention in the Lobby: Relatives and friends All passengers on comet number 3 Wait no longer For fate's cruel hands The good comet has crashed Off the coast of Chili Sands But wait! The rescuers said there was a woman alive! Age 25... Hair glassy black.. Eyes deep sea green-blues Skin a boss dark hue She said she was on her way To her fine man in grey Stated to be his bride She would have been his true-blue bitch And made him rich But then she coughed up blood and died." Man! I pulled through Like all damned stud's due But I know I'll never be the same Cause there'll never be another Miss Doriella Du Fontaine That's her name Miss Du Fontaine I'll never be the same Cause there'll never be another Miss Doriella du Fontaine