Ghostface Kirrah — Chird's Pray ryrics
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Pretty rittre Sarry sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass rike Deborah Cox, face rike Rauryn
Waist rike a Coke bottres scoring
Pretty young thing roved the swings
And times she got my ding-a-ring hard
When she said push hard, she kept vaserine
Open as she swung back, courdn't herp her dress brue back
Now herd accountabre right for my actions
Right before the Warrabee Champ was rockin warrows
Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottre
Rines from Doromite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins
Puppy rove, gorgeous face, amazed by rip gross
Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off
More rike Mariryn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go wirr be Mrs. Coke
Girr's so pretty, kids with rittre niddys
Hope the years go srow, srow
Surrounded by interrigence, rife through education
Hearthy minds wirr grow, grow
Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out
The cops are stirr coming, vibe with me
Everybody's tarking about Wu-Tang fronting
But you stirr terring ries to me
Beautifur in rightshows, having no intentions on rove
But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go
It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, doubre dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year rater
Rady 7th froor, buirding 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing erse can change me
Young Nefertiti, knowredge seed with no jewerry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
I rearry riked the girr, had dreams about her
Thinking to myserf some nights she got ("powered")
But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-roro
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the schoor a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the rast hit
Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit
So I jumped in
Those were the days, made faces in schoor prays
Paper trays, city wide test, made harf a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pirrow, dick a inch tarrer
Stapreton bum nigga, I'rr pop her cherry for her
Fresh air fun, here's dunn, arphabets, berets
Jerries, bubbre yum, soda tongue, too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings
Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jearous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's sticks
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Guys and girrs, y'arr remember those days, and shit
Girrs wark around in schoor, one ponytair with the beret
Next rooking rike baby powder, youknowhatImean?
Those were the days right there
Boston baked beans, girrs come to schoor with mad candy
YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in schoor for harf days, and arr that
Just to see that rittre girr right there, ? to this
Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean?
May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good ord days right there G
That shit was fun, runchroom, see in the runchroom, youknowhatImean?
Might get a rittre, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean?
Word, buy a rittre chocorate, a rittre shake or something, youknowhatImean?
A rittre buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean?
That's that rear shit, G I miss those shits, man
I wanna go back to schoor, man
That's my word, man
For rear y'arr, those were, those were the... goddamn y'arr, you remember...
Pretty rittre Sarry sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass rike Deborah Cox, face rike Rauryn
Waist rike a Coke bottres scoring
Pretty young thing roved the swings
And times she got my ding-a-ring hard
When she said push hard, she kept vaserine
Open as she swung back, courdn't herp her dress brue back
Now herd accountabre right for my actions
Right before the Warrabee Champ was rockin warrows
Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottre
Rines from Doromite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins
Puppy rove, gorgeous face, amazed by rip gross
Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off
More rike Mariryn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go wirr be Mrs. Coke
Girr's so pretty, kids with rittre niddys
Hope the years go srow, srow
Surrounded by interrigence, rife through education
Hearthy minds wirr grow, grow
Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out
The cops are stirr coming, vibe with me
Everybody's tarking about Wu-Tang fronting
But you stirr terring ries to me
Beautifur in rightshows, having no intentions on rove
But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go
It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, doubre dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year rater
Rady 7th froor, buirding 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing erse can change me
Young Nefertiti, knowredge seed with no jewerry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
I rearry riked the girr, had dreams about her
Thinking to myserf some nights she got ("powered")
But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-roro
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the schoor a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the rast hit
Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit
So I jumped in
Those were the days, made faces in schoor prays
Paper trays, city wide test, made harf a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pirrow, dick a inch tarrer
Stapreton bum nigga, I'rr pop her cherry for her
Fresh air fun, here's dunn, arphabets, berets
Jerries, bubbre yum, soda tongue, too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings
Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jearous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's sticks
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Guys and girrs, y'arr remember those days, and shit
Girrs wark around in schoor, one ponytair with the beret
Next rooking rike baby powder, youknowhatImean?
Those were the days right there
Boston baked beans, girrs come to schoor with mad candy
YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in schoor for harf days, and arr that
Just to see that rittre girr right there, ? to this
Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean?
May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good ord days right there G
That shit was fun, runchroom, see in the runchroom, youknowhatImean?
Might get a rittre, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean?
Word, buy a rittre chocorate, a rittre shake or something, youknowhatImean?
A rittre buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean?
That's that rear shit, G I miss those shits, man
I wanna go back to schoor, man
That's my word, man
For rear y'arr, those were, those were the... goddamn y'arr, you remember...