Friday, February 6, 2009

Poetry Flow- Dream Chick

You already know im the one you coming home with
left my crib, and you already feeling homesick,
Shorty is on some grown shit
Shorty is on some boss shit
I catch it when she throw it
On some randy moss shit
Flame to her moth shit.
Like without her I am lost shit
Mapquest don't tell me
where im going tonight
I float your boat,
we rocking and rolling right,right,right
Its a menagait trois, me you and this bottle
Sip,sip,sip, don't know what's going to follow
Sip,sip,sip, till the bottle gets hollow
hello vicky secrets how you doing?
She gon beat up my Trojan
Like UCLA bruins