Wisdom Body Lyrics

Wisdom Body lyrics

Intro: _The Mack_

No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you
know
I keep em broke
Wake up one morning with some money they're subject
to go crazy you know?
I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that
You
know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right
on)

Lyrics: Ghostface

Word up, that motherfuckin brother
wise
YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin the
streets, know it's deep
Word up, check his technique, yeah
I be
Ghostface
Flippin the, marvelous track
Yeah
You know the steelo, but
yo, yo
Check the bangin sounds that I invent
Fake niggaz who tried to
flex hard came and went
They couldn't match up with the fly nigga
Wit his
back against the wall
Heads clapped once I came in the door
I played the
speaker, sippin on Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch
And yo, I had
to step to her in a manner
and rather wished the current was warm
When I
had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
Peace, excuse me, allow
to introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top
shelf
Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes
sparkle, just like glass in the sun
Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga
just to miss em
Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin
Your
wasteline, bangin like a bassline
Physical form is well complexed
And yo,
I love your outline, Boo
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged
profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strikeout, tell me
what can really go wrong
You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to
Claiborne
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo
Show me the vibe
and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
Aiyyo peep it, I know you
love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak
it
Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
Far from trash, your
flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion, the
shit got me open like dust
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo
We can go
the distance, I put you under wings
From this convo we can spark and see
whatever brings
I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
I grabbed your
hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
Word up, yo, straight up
and down yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah,
yeah, and all types of shit
And brothas catchin repercussions
Yo,
straight up