milk & honey - rakim lyrics
look, shawty’s…
[verse 1: rakim]
ah, shawty is hot as it get
she ill, ain’t a lot of chicks is out of this [?]
a perfect specimen, mommy is it
and you ain’t gotta be a doc to see her body is sick
when she move to the music, i lose it, she truth pick
it always be exclusive, new sh-t
designer shirts and jeans, -ss [?]
top shirts with the springs have way spun up
ah, showing a cleavage off
with a squat in a wall like a deeper floss
every squeeze is soft, her skin is that smooth
a lot of senses, spots and hidden tattoos
coast to coast she like to pose in clothes
she would open toes, would look dope in those
i got no composure, no control
when you expose a little more than you supposed to show
[hook: rakim]
ladies from new york, california, chicago
the mid west to south [?]
we’re off to j-pan, to morocco
it feel good in your hands like silk and money
dress ghetto with dress like a model
sweet as sugar but act like she hard though
on the block or the front row when god show
they turn the [?] to the land of milk & honey
[verse 2: rakim]
look every st-tch of a pro fit her
j lo figure, wanna lay low with us
she don’t get with no n-gga for chips and no glitter
ballers try to stick her, she pinched in no wither
i’m quick to go get her, f-ck blowing the h-rn
knock on the door while she’s throwin’ it on
she pin it up or wait it out, mommy ready here
would go with any hairstyle like hale berry
dress like a debutant where ever you get to flaunt
club, concert or restaurant
with everything on ain’t nothing you ain’t already got
n-ggas can’t warm you up, you already hot
you go to college, a job, your own dollars and [?]
nail polish, beauty [?] get a m-ssage to chill for real
hard to feel i know you got the garden’s appeal
d-mn you make a n-gga wanna holler for real
[hook: rakim]
ladies from new york, california, chicago
the mid west to south [?]
we’re off to j-pan, to morocco
it feel good in your hands like silk and money
dress ghetto with dress like a model
sweet as sugar but act like she hard though
on the block or the front row when god show
they turn the [?] to the land of milk & honey
[verse 3: rakim]
they ain’t understand you, push you over the top
they watch you go off the block, you know that you hot
the type of chick that life would say [?]
put that warm sh-t on and blow off the spot
i could see you at the beach, martini cup
wet body, brazilian bikini cut
and in that tahini hut, we chillin’
the glow so appealin’, plus you got the genie touch
you gon’ play when you got that nba short dress on
make it bounce even with a full court press on
lady in the [?] stomach you out
we can get it poppin’ like that gum in your mouth
and i love the thing you do when you play with your hair
i take you to a fare, would you taste [?]
them other lady players they hate what you wear
’cause you look like a players on playmate of the year
[hook: rakim]
ladies from new york, california, chicago
the mid west to south [?]
we’re off to j-pan, to morocco
it feel good in your hands like silk and money
dress ghetto with dress like a model
sweet as sugar but act like she hard though
on the block or the front row when god show
they turn the [?] to the land of milk & honey
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