[Intro: Ghostface k**ah]
Yeah, yeah... we gon' get high to this
(The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know)
We gon' get high to this (just something about her)
My girl's a k**a, my girl's a k**a
(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it)
We gon' get high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah... yo...
[Ghostface k**ah]
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much
The way she smile, her face look pretty, though
Hands is soft, feet, no calluses
Her father owned six Palestine palaces
Laying out in New York, plush villas in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
So I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room
This check was loaded, equipped, with fifths
Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered
"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But n***as get fooled
By the s**yness, I'm a real gritty b**h
[Hook: Method Man]
k**a Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist
She k**ing the game, cuz she the business
Type of chick that love you to d**h, then leave no witness
k**a, I call you k**a cuz you slay me
k**a, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a f**ing lady
k**a, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby
k**a Lipstick, k-k-k**a
[Ghostface k**ah]
Yeah, this white chick from L.A., she smelled like Downy
Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County
Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat p**y
Listen to Prince and play with they wombs
Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls
Travelled the world, only one did jail time
Jade, her father's a judge, same n***a in the O.J. case
When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M
The bars closed, now we at it again
Drunk n***a, come out I'm popping mad sh**, he's past lit
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet
Didn't even say sh**, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing
These are my b**hes, Nancy and Jade
Natural born k**as be letting they guns blaze... god damn!
[Hook]
[Masta k**a]
Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it
This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it
Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex
This is thug s**, Iking it, nasty talk
As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets
She's a freak, my view from the emba**y suites
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami
'You like it raw?' A tear drop, f**ing you slow
I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet
If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe
You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds
You, plus a gla** of weed, is all he need
You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars
To escaping at, one forty two?
They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach
Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch
Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch
[Hook]