Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda

Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?

To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?



Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do



Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet

to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met

In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools

Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two

but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true

I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due

I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin

Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in

We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes

One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like

to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes

When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right

you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em

They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt

(Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse

Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse



Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose

I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce

the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag

Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag

Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth

Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G

with the dip that was down with me from the whole front

Now front me never too cool how-ever

I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter

Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter

(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta

skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water

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