No Word

Yo, this is mellow but smooth So it's only right, that I say somethin' right It was a Friday, and I was on the scene Gettin' wiz-a-fied, which is a daily routine Cruisin' with Dominique, pumpin' the AC Saw a slimmy, and started lookin' out for the Jimmy But whattaya know, next to us pulled a 5.0 And drivin' it was-a good to go A female, fresher than hell, couldn't be stale So I knew the next thing I said "had to prevail" So I rolled down the window said "what's up man?" She said "up, back up I don't know ya from Adam" I was nutted, and Dominique start laughin' People ran up to the car for autographs and All of a sudden her expression changed A smile went on her face and she asked my name She said "excuse my rudeness, I really like to meet ya" Oh now I get the rap right ABC-Ya! Instead of a conversation She got dust in her lungs from acceleration It's one thing to know, or wanna talk But to this find out, what's up, and wanna hug? ("Get up outta here!") That there is absurd, peace through ya baby 'Cause I ain't got no words ABC-Ya! (No words) ABC-Ya! Now everyone I meet, and greet, they talk BS Girlies wanna hang just 'cause I'm the EST Don't get me wrong, females are allowed But all this singin' is the ("greatest man alive") And when it's cold outside, I wanna come and get warm Now throw on the beat and get rough and preform On the telephone talkin' bout kissin' and huggin' And then I hear "just say hi to my cousin" Now that's buggin', the way I'm livin' is grown So you're off on your own and conversate with the dial tone And that's the way the dealings is dealt I'd rather sleep, drink, eat, and chill by myself We're on tour (cash money) Gettin' green galore Much gear to wear but no one to look good for Young teens, readin' magazines Gettin' parts in their hair, and wearin' ripped jeans All because their favorite rapper be sporting' 'em So they go buy the tape, root 'em on and support 'em Thinkin' all here's you gotta do is rap and get paid Not a care in the world because they got it made But a home ain't a house unless you got a spouse That'll care and be there and show ya what love's about Hangin' out, stayin' out and gettin' high as a bird It's like small talk, but I ain't got no words ABC-Ya! (No words) ABC-Ya! (No words) ABC-Ya! (No words) ABC-Ya! Maturity, not necessarily purity Just a young lady bein' good to me That's the moral, the meaning, the theme Sometimes seem like the impossible dream Chuck nice and will feel the same as I We want a woman to be true, and never lie Bust a sketch, I could be on tour And not another brother will walk through the door Now that's what I'm kickin' 'Cause I'm no magician and I ain't about trickin' C'mon baby don't hesitate I'm impatient, love won't let me wait Don't front on your passion Jump in and fasten the seatbelt For when full impact is felt 'Cause I'mma do ya righteous And after a couple minutes you'll say "ooh, I like this" And if not, then I'm doin' the bird Strict peace and I'm outtie, whatcha heard If I can't be first, say second through third 'Cause what you're sayin' is dear And I ain't got no words Girls thinkin' they cute about money and loot With much gift to shoot, push the button on mute 'Cause I ain't got time in the rhyme to define All the things that make love a crime Ridin' with him, sleepin' with them Givin' a trim, laughin' like they got things on him Gettin' D in tha G 'til they can't even talk With a wild, wild, west, John Wayne walk More beef than willies Friendlier than Phillies Gettin' tagged in a jag we'll bust in a Benzie Lined up, in a row where the fly people go They never take it slow, up at, the plateau They sport Pelle and Italian-made handbags Whatever happened to Marv and the Slow Drags? Rolls-Royce, Gladys Knight & the Pips Heatin' up house parties, grippin' on hips In the 90's now, so make yourself look nice In the same day you go to work twice From 9 to 5 and from 6 to whenever To satisfy someone who ain't all that clever Me spend G's for a skeeze, absurd I got a thorough main girl, so I ain't got no words