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[Canibus] Yo // Boy meets girl, boy really likes her // Boy loses contact with girl, but he finds her // Girl has no clue that boy is a liar, and he has no honor // So she dates him regardless, ‘cause she thought he was harmless // And he had her believing he was the man she wanted // To spend the rest of her life with, the words, ‘I love you’ // were priceless, unpredictable like rolling dice is // Nonetheless, in spite of the frightening repercussions, you might get // People still risk they necks // Of course it's nice, the feeling of courtship, roses and stuff // Women never get it often enough // And the reason people love they mother so much // Besides the fact she carried you for nine months, is trust // It's a five letter word, that should only occur // Between him and her, before the bees and the birds // Word // [Canibus] Yo // I heard a soft moan in the middle of March // Then I felt a powerful force push me forward like a dart // On your mark, get set, go, I was off // Flagella was my propeller, wiggling back and forth // Then I set a course for the border // Mother Nature's karma calling me to the rock of Gibraltar // The competition tried to be smart, but I was smarter // My competitors were swimming fast, so I swam harder // Submerged in water, praying to my heavenly father // If I don't make it through I'm a goner // Screaming out, "Death before dishonor," // Because I'm awesomely stronger, my stamina last longer // I was destined to be a son instead of a daughter // X,Y, is the male chromosomal order // One will stay alive, and survive, the rest will be dead // ’Cause I'ma be the one to fertilize that egg // [Canibus] Eyo // Mommy I'm up in your stomach, bugging // Whenever you rub it, I love it // Like a comforters covers, you warm as a oven // Your husband, stubborn, how can you love him? // Smoking cigarettes by the dozen, when he knows that I'm coming // Bad move, you hoping that daddy improves // Knowing in your heart that's bull, because he's too cruel // You've been abused, used, you've got, wounds and scars // Think with your mind, not with your heart, let's go to grandma's // Terminate the lease, call the landlord // Give your job two weeks notice, pack up the car, and go to New York // What part? They got a little borough called the Bronx, Mom // And I heard that's where Hip-Hop is gonna start // Hell yeah, I think we need to be right there // Four months in your stomach, and I already chose a career // When you cry, I hear, and I wish I could dry your tears // But I can't ‘cause I'm stuck in here // Five months from being able to lay against your chest // I can't even hold you in my arms, ‘cause they ain't developed yet // But I swear to you, as to God's almighty truth // I'ma be there for you, I'ma be there for you // |
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