Ghostface Killah - Child's Play lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Child's Play lyrics]
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum
She had an ass like Deborah Cox
Face like Lauryn
Waist like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty young thing loved the swings
At times she got my ding-a-ling hard
When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline
Open as she swung back
Couldn't help her dress blew back
Now held accountable right for my actions
Right before the Wallabee Champ
Was rocking Wallows drawing cards
Sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous face
Amazed by lip gloss cherry scent
When the princess spoked yo it bounched off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe
Threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go will be Mrs cole
Girl's so pretty, kids with little biddies
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence
Life through education
Healthy minds will grow, grow
Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted
Cursin out the cops
But still come and vibe with me
Everybody's talking about Wu Tang fronting
But you still telling lies to me
Beautiful in lightshows
Having no intentions on love
But having strung I suppose, here we go
It's not the way she bubbed the gum
Shooked her ass, I'm not the one
Double dutch
Waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son
Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks
Nothing else can change me young Nefertiti
Knowledge seed with no jewelry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
I really liked the girl, had dreams about her
Thinking to myself some nights she got
("louder") but hating
Was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the
School a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit
Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit
So I jumped in those were the days
Made faces in school plays
Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow
Dick a inch taller stapleton bum nigga
I'll pop her cherry for her
Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets
Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue
Too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings a yo
I hit that shit
Got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broke her Chick-O-Sticks
Guys and girls
Y'all remember those days and shit
Girls walk around in school
One ponytail with the beret
Neck's looking like baby powder
YouknowhatImean
Those were the days right there
Boston Baked Beans
Girls come to school with mad candy
YouknowhatImean
You'd just come in school for half days
And all that
Just to see that little girl right there
No mind to this
Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean
May hump the bed sometimes on her
YouknowhatImean word, those days man, those
Those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom
See in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean
Might get a little, go to
The GO store or something, youknowhatImean
Word, buy a little chocolate, a
Little shake or something, youknowhatImean
A little buttercrunch joints or something
YouknowhatImean
That's that real shit, G I miss those shit's
Man i wanna go back to school, man
That's my word, man
For real y'all, those were, those were the
Goddamn y'all, you remember
White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum
She had an ass like Deborah Cox
Face like Lauryn
Waist like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty young thing loved the swings
At times she got my ding-a-ling hard
When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline
Open as she swung back
Couldn't help her dress blew back
Now held accountable right for my actions
Right before the Wallabee Champ
Was rocking Wallows drawing cards
Sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous face
Amazed by lip gloss cherry scent
When the princess spoked yo it bounched off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe
Threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go will be Mrs cole
Girl's so pretty, kids with little biddies
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence
Life through education
Healthy minds will grow, grow
Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted
Cursin out the cops
But still come and vibe with me
Everybody's talking about Wu Tang fronting
But you still telling lies to me
Beautiful in lightshows
Having no intentions on love
But having strung I suppose, here we go
It's not the way she bubbed the gum
Shooked her ass, I'm not the one
Double dutch
Waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son
Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks
Nothing else can change me young Nefertiti
Knowledge seed with no jewelry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
I really liked the girl, had dreams about her
Thinking to myself some nights she got
("louder") but hating
Was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the
School a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit
Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit
So I jumped in those were the days
Made faces in school plays
Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow
Dick a inch taller stapleton bum nigga
I'll pop her cherry for her
Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets
Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue
Too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings a yo
I hit that shit
Got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broke her Chick-O-Sticks
Guys and girls
Y'all remember those days and shit
Girls walk around in school
One ponytail with the beret
Neck's looking like baby powder
YouknowhatImean
Those were the days right there
Boston Baked Beans
Girls come to school with mad candy
YouknowhatImean
You'd just come in school for half days
And all that
Just to see that little girl right there
No mind to this
Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean
May hump the bed sometimes on her
YouknowhatImean word, those days man, those
Those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom
See in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean
Might get a little, go to
The GO store or something, youknowhatImean
Word, buy a little chocolate, a
Little shake or something, youknowhatImean
A little buttercrunch joints or something
YouknowhatImean
That's that real shit, G I miss those shit's
Man i wanna go back to school, man
That's my word, man
For real y'all, those were, those were the
Goddamn y'all, you remember