Camay - Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Cappadonna

What’s happening?

Yo, yeah, you smoking?

This is it

Another chamber

You know how we do

Yo, what’s the deal Goldilocks?

«Ain't nothing I’m just hibernating

Love that watch, pour me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier»

No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to pollying

Who you with?

«Me and Molly and some trick who’s Yugoslavian»

What fabric is that?

«It's only wool and Rayon»

Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on

I’m getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy

And transporting bricks stealing many fifties

Fuck negotiating.

Is you with me?

Is you waiting?

Sweet ass carrot cake vegen plus you don’t eat turkey bacon

«I don’t get down like that, I don’t get down neither

Cuban links skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser?

I’m like the jewelry exchange plus a range

Nigga you small change I only fuck for figaro chains»

Analyzing Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on

Assistant manager in Paragon

Socializing, vibing with my eyes on Dot

She this book cover lady that be blowing up the spot

While my heart was racing like the hands on the clock

I step live I think she see me putting out the pot

Peace Dot, I’m so happy to see you at the rendezvous

How’s life today?

Your hands are softer than Camay too

Your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry

Caught visions of me and you riding on the ferry

Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry

I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry

I order her a Riunite on ice, sounds nice

She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent

Whispered in my ear that she’s celibate

Whispered back to her ear we don’t have to go there

As I grab the hand, set her politely in the chair

As we stopped to stare at one another, black sister to brother

I’m thinking all the time how she could be my lover

What’s happening brown sugar?

Say, you look so good today

Ankle bracelet wrapped around your leg

Here have a seat, complimentary drinks is on me

Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at table three

Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling

What’s your name sugar?

Juanita Cash Hawkins

Your complexion gives a reflection of

Sometime a black woman just need to be loved

Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high

Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that five?

Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour

Wish I would’ve bumped into your frame a lot sooner

What’s your physical degree, 31?

33?

Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese

Seen you working at a law firm on Fifth Avenue

Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you

Yo, I’m all into older woman, who’s happy living

Love kids and, keep all our business in the crib and

And not afraid to die with me the God on your side

We holding hands and death do us apart and then we slide

Earring in the left side of your nose, love my combo

Should have left my Wiz a thousand times, maybe tonight though

Girl, you sexy motherfucker, damn what’s the recipe?

You make a nigga wanna goddamn!

Can you cook darling?

At the stove you’re evolving

Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving

Here take my number let me pull the chair from under

I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder