Miss Fordham Road (86' 87' 88)

Beauty Dior, Cherokee, Pinky
 Roxy Reynolds bouncing
 on the steps, slinky
 Give her something white and filled with cream -- twinkie
 Leave her blinded semen in her eyes -- blinky
 Can't even believe I used that flow I'm outta Queens
 Off the hooker strip boulevard of dreams
 Runways are getting trains stealing credit cards and schemes
 She was laying on the floor with honey mustard on her sleeves
 I said get up then she got up, get up in this whip bitch
 We bout to smoke this pot up plus I got some white
 You could be the first to taste the product, just a little dirty
 Had the body of a model, sent a message in a bottle
 Tell my man set the bed up, he built a wooden room quick
 Went to the tool shed, got on his hammer, nail, and screw shit
 Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon on a cruise ship
 Laying in a hammock getting hammered with a jew bitch
 We want no drama, come here mama
 Dale y mamba (yo come here baby girl)
 Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal
 Te deja (?) now (don't get bodied homie)
 Eso te mata, cool it papa
 Echate pa' tras (move back gimme space)
 I'm up in my zone, hoes pass tha ron
 Esto ta cabron (shit crazy)
 Yo just roll my dutches, prep my outfit for the party
 Spray my body with aromas, got the ladies actin naughty
 Fine fabric delegates my people far from celibate
 Hardly delicate highly skilled with much intelligence
 Walk in the place jacket hangin' past the calves
 Play the shorts in every season corner schemes get turned to math on some
 5 in the mornin' shit, (?) then on I'm that BITCH
 Ocean high yeah I'm on that shit muthafucka (?) when I'm on that shit
 clicquot
 time to raise our glass up
 Right out the bottle, with a model, with amazing asses
 Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors (?) butter
 Rose out the gutter, we stand around lenses shutter
 Ladies grindin' all up on my dickie
 Cause we gorgeous we forage the forest
 I'm destined for greatness we ballin regardless
 I'm heartless so baby tell me what you wanna do
 (I wanna suck it 'til my mouth's filled with cum from you)
 20 below the bitch seen walkin' the strip
 With that pink gloss on her lip
 And that big cross on her tits
 And she frontin' like she religious but stay stalkin' a dick
 Goin right at the head like some steamed crawfish n shit
 She know up in the club for years fuck for bagels
 Her face is weathered like the rain that fall in April
 And in her pants she got a loaf of bread
 You know the yeast she never go to bed
 She rather dope or head
 I just don't get it cause Mercedes was a honey
 All the ballers wanna fuck her buy her mink and give her money
 Her facials disappearin' and her nose is always runny
 Dentistry is twisted like the grill that's on a monkey
 Lower body skinny, upper body husky
 Call em linebackers she's a character a junkie
 Still, she pop it and the people throw the pennies
 Plus I'm here to watch her give the team a bunch of hennies cuz