...all she gotta do is tell me "Papi, make my day"
and imma do wut it takes to make her smile, b4 we lay...
she's my type ov woman, sweet, sassy, & nah she don't play
i'll scratch her back n she'll scratch mine, Go DJ...
i told her i love her, but i'm so mad dat i waited
cuz my daughter could've been half hispanic & her son, half Jamaican ;)
but it's all good tho, things happen for a reason, it is wut it is
but now i got my baby back, baby back, baby back, n she is my rib...
i'm not fallin in love, cuz den dat means there's a way out, & dat jus don't seem rite
cuz i feel like i'm stuck in ur heart, doin my time, 100 consecutive lifes...
no bail, no parole, no lawyers, no judge,
no D.A, no prosecutors, i'm jus there, now dats love...
my love for deez streets, make me wanna grind to get her wuteva she needs
and nuh dat ain't trickin, in my Nation we do good things for our Queens
her smile is like the sun, so i gotta make sure she shines
now death is no longer da only reason to walk into the light
they say good things come to those who wait,
& i'm being real patient, as i prepare to serve her this meal n clear away her plate
yuh see imma waiter for yuh, i'm waitin on yuh, & waitin to see wut God wants us to do
i already kno wut i want, & if wut yuh say is tru, dats probably wut God feels for us too
i'm in it for da long haul, yuh should already kno tho
yuh last name can real easily be mine, jus as soon as yuh tell me ur ready to go pro...
wut, yuh wanna big wedding, jus letta nicca kno...
i'll post an add in da papers, make flyers, find da most poppin club, n to da stage we go
i'm tryna giv yuh da Real, and i ain't talkin Chance brother
cuz this ain't for reality tv, this one is for the real reality lovers
this is for the ones who fall asleep, no dreaming while they lay up in da covers
cuz dat dream is layin rite next to em, n it's so good, like dem fluffy biscuits wit da butter
i'm tryna be yuh best friend, i ain't gotta be yuh lover
cuz my feelings are as real as niccaz dat can admit dey like to cuddle...
and not feel like a bitch, for sayin all dat mushy shii...
cuz i kno a shorty like this... is way more valuable den 1,000 keys flipped...
& i ain't talkin whole sale, i mean every gram outta every brick
do da math, dats over a billion dollars, n compared to yuh, dats jus petty shii
so how much do i want yuh? i can't even count da ways
print up this poem, i bet it won't all fit on one page
yuh make me high wen i'm sober, no kush, no afgan, no sour, no haze
i get tipsy off ur love, an alcoholic dat don't need no dranks
no April fools day, i ain't playin no tricks or no pranks
i ain't gonna wait till November, to give da lord thanks...
as long as yuh live for me, i'll easily die for yuh
yuh da Queen ov my jungle and i'll rumble for my boo
it must be ginseng on yuh tongue, cuz every kiss is like "Oooh"
yuh kno wut i'm talkin about, i kno yuh was feelin it too
ur more beautiful to me than da stars and da moon
i jus wanna chase yuh around all day, like da skunk, Pepe Lepu
and if yuh don't like dat metaphor, sweetheart it's cool
i'll change it to wuteva yuh want, jus tell me ur favorite cartoon
i dunno da forecast, but i'll change the weather for yuh
i'll make da sun shine in December, & da snow fall in June...
all i want shawty, is the proper chance to show n prove
that i'm dedicated to the cause, cuz i'm humbly lovin yuh ;)