Jellyfish

[Chorus - Ghostface]
 Aiyyo
 Here's a little story ghetto situation
 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
 She was so fly, get high, well understood
 Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
 [Ghostface]
 Yo,
 Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
 Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
 She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
 Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song
 she must be a special ladyyyyyyyyy
 and a very exciting girlllllllllll
 I don't know
 she had the high-glow's switchin
 see her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin
 but Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit
 see she did 12 months over a ratchet
 not no crab shit
 got bagged with the mag
 taxi cab shit
 clit was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it
 it was classic
 nowadays shes laid back
 helpin me perfect my rap
 only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
 wife everything
 diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached
 lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes
 cause crazy stacks
 finicky thing
 her kittin drink pollar spring
 take naps
 near her jewerly box
 she play with all the rings
 and when she step out the tub its like an ill flick
 carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit
 cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
 paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
 versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte)
 she a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN
 [Cappadonna]
 Aiyyo, she gotta be gone
 Waitin on my sweet strawbeery pecan rican LaShawn
 holdin my taffy down when I'm gone
 three fourths of her body always covered with clothes
 thats why I'm eatin her candy
 and suckin her toes
 sweet sexy LaShawn
 she got body like whats goin on
 on some marvin gay shit like lets get it onnnnn
 suuuugarrrr
 letssss getttt it onnnnn
 ayo she a diamond in the rough
 black rose in the hood
 I love my queen and she treat me good
 fuck cookin for me
 she stash me out when the feds come lookin for me
 I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her
 I spend the weekend on her
 we on the block when the bills start creepin on her
 she right there when it gets sticky
 she strict politic to the vicky's
 and a fly aviator the color of sky
 god on her side
 indian chick with cat eyes
 mad respect with the fat thighs
 plus her guns for the revolution
 would straight leave her if she prostituting
 yo my girls the bomb
 intelligent mind
 sky blue louis vetton
 leg muscles, deep dimples
 body is soft she smell fresh like a new born
 pretty feet peitete ass nice shoes on
 the sunshine for my quiet storm
 keepin the food warm while I'm gone
 it won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
 Hit me up baby, P.S. Cappadon'
 [Trife]
 Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
 Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen
 You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
 Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
 Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
 Ass off the meter, eva medenez look, strut like a diva
 Leave her shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
 She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
 Ms. Bonitta Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
 Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms!
 Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
 Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
 Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print
 Peppermint flared panties with the garder-belt clips
 Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
 Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride...
 [Chorus - Trife]
 Whether Jen, Don, or Shawn its the same situation
 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
 She was so fly, get high, well understood
 Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood