I keep you fresher than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed
I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know ya thoroughly respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
Got ya own ninety-six suh-um, to ride in
Keep ya ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch ya friends, you got to watch me, the conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank, they'll try me
All they get is fifty-cent franks, and papayas
From the village, to the telly
Time to kill it, on ya belly
No question, had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet ya death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life, laughin'
My shit is tight, who you askin', right
[Chorus]
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you better
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone (Haha..haha..haha..haha)
Tell them freaks to find a man of they own (Man of they own, man of they own)
Yeah, yeah
Fresh to def in Moschino
Coach bag lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounded ya feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove, but love
You know these hoes be, making me weak
Ya'll know how it goes B, and so I creep
I been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken, and
You can't change a players game in the ninth inning
The chrome rims spinning keeps 'em grinning
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle they face like linen
I play hard un-til they say "God, he's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard"
Naw, don't even trip, I never slip
Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck ya'll feel
When ya niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)
[Chorus]River, there are no stars in the city
Here there is no telephone in the trees
Beautiful days all on the water
And all I can do is write you a letter
River, it's cold here in the morning
Later, I can see it in your eyes
Mild and white, we follow the canyons
Quiet at night, we stare at the sky
Leaving you now will never change things
Running away will just change the view
All I can see is the highway
All I can see is you.
River, you'll carry me thru the fire
Maybe you'll drown me in your arms
But if I die like that
It won't be like dying
When I rise again, the ashes are gone.
Leaving you now will never change me
Running away will just change the view
All I can see is the highway
All I can see is you.
Written by Renee Armand & Marty Gwinn, l980