Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime So it seems like it doesn't make sense
[Female singing with laughing in the background]
[Sniffing]
[Verse] Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats They had stacks on the tables, cables I had to say it was like early May A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses Toney with the Montana, I came to play With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria? Y'all money that long? Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him" And this one bitch called me Fat Albert The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me Just because you left home, this is Tone Yo, you see I flip stones Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned 3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks And they picky when it come to they dick If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused, take care of your health Have kids and marry a prince Good luck and happiness And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library You got the right conversation, education and looks With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid Computer wizard, you about to get paid
Ghost describes a scene in which he meets a bunch of rich girls who do too much coke. It starts with a flashback, a sense of deja-vu: Yet again, Ghost is balling it up in the club, surrounded by gorgeous coke fiends with painfully delicate features
Ghost understands exactly why they are hanging out — he’s got all the yayo. But while he’s repulsed by their dependency, he’s also powerless to control his own desire
By the end of the song, all he can think about is how to protect the girls, help them turn their miserable lives around…and how to quit coke himself!
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