Pac Div - Waves at the Prom lyrics
[Pac Div - Waves at the Prom lyrics]
Waves at the prom, dame on my arm
Hundred dollar suit
I got the game in my palm
Wa Waves at the prom, dame on my arm
Hundred dollar suit
I got the game in my palm
Uh, senior prom
When my mom and pops fell in love
Daddy had the all-white suit
With the leather gloves
Momma had her hair done
Like an angel from above
Grandmomma whispering
"I don't want you hanging with no thugs
I like your date cause he
Flyer than a 12-piece
Orchestra with trombones and violins"
Pick my baby up in a
Caddy with the white-wall tires
And the waves in his hair made us
Drown at the sight of him
Whoosh, like Leviathan, sporting wave grease
Had the girls on him like fresh
Meat in a lion's den he taking flicks
Looking as hot as a liquid nitrogen
And if he don't wanna king
Than I guess you'll have to fight with him
Mmm, excitement, nobody looks as nice as him
Told him "Drive safe, cause I heard
That you just got your license, man"
I know he real
And you gon' have a great time
You'll be fine
Cause your date got waves at the prom"
Since it's Saturday evening
Brought the homeboy's Porsche
God, I hope I get that ass
Since I bought Keisha this corsage
Open up the door, wide, push it to the floor
Drive dax hair grease
Brush my teeth with the fluoride
Tux with the 45, Jordans when he came back
Brushing since March
I didn't have to wear a wave cap
Baby can you fade that?
Ain't no chaperons coming my mama don't
I been on it since the homecoming
Tonight's the night
We gon' turn you to a grown woman
Haircut, airbrush, watch me as I pose for 'em
I got my tux on, I got my Chucks on
I got my spinning, I get my brush on
Diamonds in my cuff showing
Tryna get my puff on belve in my foam cup
Spike it with the Patron
I'm cool, I'm Aquafresh, and I confess
I've been fresh
Since junior high when I used
To get my Dockers pressed, rockin' Guess
Never wore Footlocker sweats, I see you dog
I'm not impressed
Wanna follow in my footsteps? I'll be
Glad to show you proper steps
She know I be about mine, homies like
"About time" reigning from the west
But shit be banging like the south side
She be hanging with her mouth wide open
When I roll up in that
Rover with them alpines blowing
Yeah, posing with them bitches
Triple label Polo pieces, not what he got
Call it horsepower when you're Ralphy
To the tube socks used to have a girl who we
Had up in that Duke Box
Now I got your girl jamming
To me on a jukebox
Wassup, Wassup, Wassup, Wassup
Hundred dollar suit
I got the game in my palm
Wa Waves at the prom, dame on my arm
Hundred dollar suit
I got the game in my palm
Uh, senior prom
When my mom and pops fell in love
Daddy had the all-white suit
With the leather gloves
Momma had her hair done
Like an angel from above
Grandmomma whispering
"I don't want you hanging with no thugs
I like your date cause he
Flyer than a 12-piece
Orchestra with trombones and violins"
Pick my baby up in a
Caddy with the white-wall tires
And the waves in his hair made us
Drown at the sight of him
Whoosh, like Leviathan, sporting wave grease
Had the girls on him like fresh
Meat in a lion's den he taking flicks
Looking as hot as a liquid nitrogen
And if he don't wanna king
Than I guess you'll have to fight with him
Mmm, excitement, nobody looks as nice as him
Told him "Drive safe, cause I heard
That you just got your license, man"
I know he real
And you gon' have a great time
You'll be fine
Cause your date got waves at the prom"
Since it's Saturday evening
Brought the homeboy's Porsche
God, I hope I get that ass
Since I bought Keisha this corsage
Open up the door, wide, push it to the floor
Drive dax hair grease
Brush my teeth with the fluoride
Tux with the 45, Jordans when he came back
Brushing since March
I didn't have to wear a wave cap
Baby can you fade that?
Ain't no chaperons coming my mama don't
I been on it since the homecoming
Tonight's the night
We gon' turn you to a grown woman
Haircut, airbrush, watch me as I pose for 'em
I got my tux on, I got my Chucks on
I got my spinning, I get my brush on
Diamonds in my cuff showing
Tryna get my puff on belve in my foam cup
Spike it with the Patron
I'm cool, I'm Aquafresh, and I confess
I've been fresh
Since junior high when I used
To get my Dockers pressed, rockin' Guess
Never wore Footlocker sweats, I see you dog
I'm not impressed
Wanna follow in my footsteps? I'll be
Glad to show you proper steps
She know I be about mine, homies like
"About time" reigning from the west
But shit be banging like the south side
She be hanging with her mouth wide open
When I roll up in that
Rover with them alpines blowing
Yeah, posing with them bitches
Triple label Polo pieces, not what he got
Call it horsepower when you're Ralphy
To the tube socks used to have a girl who we
Had up in that Duke Box
Now I got your girl jamming
To me on a jukebox
Wassup, Wassup, Wassup, Wassup