[Ghostface Killah]

Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk

White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum

She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn

Waist like a Coke bottles scoring

Pretty young thing loved the swings

And 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 blue back

Now held accountable right for my actions

Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows

Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle

Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines

Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins

Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss

Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off

Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth

Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke

Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys

Hope the years go slow, slow

Surrounded by intelligence, life through education

Healthy minds will grow, grow

Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out

The cops are still coming, 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 eyes of oppose, here we go

It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass

I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus

The faggot Nore son, now year 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 ("powered")

But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo

Trick bitches jumped my boo a