Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin, see you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin, I catch shootin strong notes as we got close, she rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse, your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod, caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God.
Ghostface Killah
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