Wisdom Body

Lyrics

[Intro] No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know? I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money They're subject to go crazy, you know? I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Word up Got motherfuckin' brother wise You know what I'm saying? Teaching the uncivilized Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin' the marvelous track Yeah, you know the steelo But yo, yo Check the banging-est sounds that I invent Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall Heads clocked once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing Your waistline bangin' like a bassline Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothers catchin' repercussions Yo, straight up