Album: Ghostdini: The Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City (2009)
  • If it's a boy
    His swagger ditty bopping gone be just like mine,
    And if it's a girl (ooh)
    Just like her mama she gone be so fly
    What a joy we made
    From the love we made
    Yeah, yeah

    I ran up on the corner,
    Popped a boner, like what
    She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt.
    I said, 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't got to do that'
    I hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that.
    Us boys like 'em thick short weaves curls braids
    I take'em buck 50 60 with them thick legs
    We can sail it out 5 nights 6 days
    Boats cruise wardrobe flights everything's paid
    If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta
    I just wanna get to know you
    Get to show the way I move that's part of my gangsta
    Like art yo I can sit you down and paint cha
    Plus my stove games up no red meat
    But having you in my cypher right now
    Makes me feel complete
    Like a bay going night night suckin' on his baby bottle
    You in a class by yourself all dem chicks follow

    [Chorus]
    If it's a boy
    His swagger ditty bopping gone be just like mine,
    And if it's a girl (ooh)
    Just like her mama she gone be so fly
    What a joy we made
    From the love we made
    Yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yo, she cook and clean
    Matter of fact she saved my life
    When I'm outdoors she check and see if I'm alright
    I'm OK babe, how you?
    I'm alright, just that the baby's kicking I want some popeye chicken
    And my back kinda hurts from the way I was sitting
    hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it
    And I need some, don't be fresh girl
    You know I can't help it baby but stay away girl
    Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake
    leave me weak in the the knees
    When I can't event walk straight
    That's the reason why I got two court dates
    Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that
    I was raised in the Stat.
    That's my word I pluck something If you fuck with my back
    And my name ring round the way girl
    She's the sweetest thing
    I love you starks riding hard

    [Chorus]

    I would be the sweetest thing you ever known
    Like a kiss on a
    I wanna be your best friend like a


    And so you have my baby

    Now push, push harder, harder

    [Chorus: x2] Writer/s: RAHEEM DE VAUGHN, DENNIS DAVID COLES, AUSTIN ROY GARRICK, B. SMITH
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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