[Produced by Metal Fingers]

[Chorus: Shawn Wigs]
Aiyyo
Here's a little story ghetto love situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass, big brains, and straight out the hood

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady, but her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest, she had me singin' this song
"She must be a special lady...
And a very exciting girl..."
I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin'
See her in the club, you hear the others chicks bitchin'
But Dawn is quick to bust a bitch ass and shit
See, she did 12 months over a ratchet
Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit
Clip was hangin out her panties, with nowhere to stash it
It was classic
Nowadays, shes laid back, helpin' me perfect my rap
Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
White, furry thing – diamond-cut, like Johnny Lex, collar attached
Lickin' glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks
Finicky thing, her kitten drink Polar Spring
Take naps, near her jewelery box, she play with all the rings
And when she step out the tub, it's like an ill flick
Car'mel skin, Bath and Body Works leave the whole room lit
Cinnamon candles, suite side, they on relax mode
Painting her toes on the bed slow, watchin' me
Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin' Asti
She a perfect 10, in my wildest dreams –Dawn...
[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Aiyyo, she gotta be gone –
I'm waitin' on my sweet strawberry pecan Rican, Leshaun
Holdin' my taffy down when I'm gone
Three fourths of her body always covered in clothes
Thats why I'm eatin' her candy and suckin her toes
Sweet sexy Leshaun, she got body like "What's Goin' On?"
On some Marvin Gaye shit, like "Let's get it onnnnn...
Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn!"
Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin' for me
She stash me out when the Feds come lookin' for me
I'm not cheatin' on her or beatin' on her
I spend a weekend on her
We on the block when the bills start creepin' on her
She right there when it gets sticky
She strict politic to the vicky's
And a fly Aviator, the color of sky
God on her side, Indian chick with the cat eyes
Mad respect, with the fat thighs
Bust her guns for the revolution
Would straight leave ya if she prostituting
Yo, my girl's the bomb
Intelligent mind, sky blue Louis Vuitton
Leg muscles, deep dimples
Body is soft, she smell fresh like a newborn
Pretty feet, petite ass, nice shoes on
The sunshine for my quiet storm
Keepin' the food warm when I'm gone
It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan Rican, LeShaun
Hit me up, baby girl – P.S., Cappadon'
[Verse 3: Trife da God]
Aiyyo, aiyyo – I woke up in the morning, still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3 o'clock appointment with this girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer, she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like Vida
Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva
Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
"Ms. Bonita Applebum" bottom, thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down lovely, even if I'm holdin' condoms
'Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin descent, velour suit with the camel-toe print
Peppermint sheer panties, with the garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times, you know that Jen'll ride...

[Chorus: Shawn Wigs]
Whether Jen, Dawn, or LeShaun – it's the same situation
'Bout a girl I met, who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big ass, big brains, and straight out the hood