brocklee

you speak up to me witcha eyes
your lips never moved once,
you made me walk across the room,
to see wats up witchu huh,
you got that hourglass for a frame
lemme ask your name,
make you laugh, just to enhance your brain,
and my black 'Gold Rings'
let 'em cruise at the street curbs,
you'll like my staff, gettin' shoes made 'n mink furs,
I like your smile,
you make a playa put his game up,
his pimp cane up,
his main cup..let's go,
we can talk about ya likes and watchu dislikes
lemme say how i feel, I bet i make it just right,