| Lyrics: | Serve it up, Frankie
This is precisely what I intend 2 do, honey
Honey, do U know
I let Robert cut my hair this morning?
(Honey, look at this one here) (I'm lookin' Joe tryin'
2 see)
Oh girl, where'd U get those shoes?
U know he had me lookin' so bad (Honey, she's
so free)
I'm so tired
These are "come-and-fuck-me" pumps (Who, Robert?)
Maurice
thinks… (Mm, I think that's right, honey)
Go on up 2 her, say something
Maurice,
what, what can I serve U? (U mean he's male?)
Baby, I swear 2 God if U don't kiss 'em
I'm gonna kick your super natural ass!
Frankie, play something, bitch! (Squirrel Meat!)
Uh! Don't try it!
Cat, what's happenin' babe? (Bitch, would U play
something?)
Get outta my face! (Honey, it's not that type of party)
(Talk 2 me, talk 2
me – do U remember me?)
What cha mean? (Honey, he could teach U the answer 2 life)
Honey, U see these pumps? (Bitch!)
(Answer? Honey, U ain't gonna quit)
I wanna, I
wanna… (Who U callin' bitch? Ho bitch!)
I want U 2 meet some friends of mine (Bitch!)
(Frankie, play somethin' – shit!)
(Who U callin' ho bitch? Black ho bitch!)
No, no - U'll like them
They're, they're musicians
2 nigs united 4 West
Compton {x2 |
