[Produced by Metal Fingers]

[Chorus: Shawn Wigs]

Aiyyo

Here's a little story ghetto love situation

'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations

She was so fly, get high, well understood

Big-ass, big brains, and straight out the hood

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo... aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn

Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn

She ain't the Avon lady, but her beauty was strong

Right before she went to rest, she had me singin' this song

"She must be a special lady...

And a very exciting girl..."

I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin'

See her in the club, you hear the others chicks bitchin'

But Dawn is quick to bust a bitch ass and shit

See, she did 12 months over a ratchet

Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit

Clip was hangin out her panties, with nowhere to stash it

It was classic

Nowadays, shes laid back, helpin' me perfect my rap

Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat

White, furry thing – diamond-cut, like Johnny Lex, collar attached

Lickin' glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks

Finicky thing, her kitten drink Polar Spring

Take naps, near her jewelery box, she play with all the rings

And when she step out the tub, it's like an ill flick

Car'mel skin, Bath and Body Works leave the whole room lit

Cinnamon candles, suite side, they on relax mode

Painting her toes on the bed slow, watchin' me

Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin' Asti

She a perfect 10, in my wildest dreams –Dawn...

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Aiyyo, she gotta be gone –

I'm waitin' on my sweet strawberry pecan Rican, Leshaun

Holdin' my taffy down when I'm gone

Three fourths of her body always covered in clothes

Thats why I'm eatin' her candy and suckin her toes

Sweet sexy Leshaun, she got body like "What's Goin' On?"

On some Marvin Gaye shit, like "Let's get it onnnnn...

Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn!"

Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood

I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin' for me

She stash me out when the Feds come lookin' for me

I'm not cheatin' on her or beatin' on her

I spend a weekend on her

We on the block when the bills start creepin' on her

She right there when it gets sticky

She strict politic to the vicky's

And a fly Aviator, the color of sky

God on her side, Indian chick with the cat eyes

Mad respect, with the fat thighs

Bust her guns for the revolution

Would straight leave ya if she prostituting

Yo, my girl's the bomb

Intelligent mind, sky blue Louis Vuitton

Leg muscles, deep dimples

Body is soft, she smell fresh like a newborn

Pretty feet, petite ass, nice shoes on

The sunshine for my quiet storm

Keepin' the food warm when I'm gone

It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan Rican, LeShaun

Hit me up, baby girl – P.S., Cappadon'

[Verse 3: Trife da God]

Aiyyo, aiyyo – I woke up in the morning, still drunk off the Henn

Had a 3 o'clock appointment with this girl name Jen

You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe

Part time fashion designer, she work for Jet Blue

Pretty young thing, with a body like Vida

Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva

Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba

She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up

"Ms. Bonita Applebum" bottom, thick as a Roman column

Raw dick it down lovely, even if I'm holdin' condoms

'Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick

Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip

Latin descent, velour suit with the camel-toe print

Peppermint sheer panties, with the garder-belt clips

Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh

Even at my loneliest times, you know that Jen'll ride...

[Chorus: Shawn Wigs]

Whether Jen, Dawn, or LeShaun – it's the same situation

'Bout a girl I met, who had many temptations

She was so fly, get high, well understood

Big ass, big brains, and straight out the hood