Ghostface k**ah - k**a Lipstick lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, yeah... we gon' high to this (The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know) We gon' 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' 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 calysses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York, crush 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 [Chorus: 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 Everlay, she smell 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 it 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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]