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    Chica Bonita

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    Добавлена 19 мая 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Ay Joe, Ay mami
    My miss a come here, ok
    Mira Mira, Joe, baby
    I say my miss a come here
    You dont hear me right
    O so pretty, whats ya name baby?
    Ya names Chica, o, I like that, I like it
    [J-Drama]
    Whats the deal girlfriend, my name is Drama
    And Im pleased to meet ya, say whats ya name
    She said Ahh Chica Bonita, and I dont smoke reefer
    Gotta keep my composier, aint smoke that doja
    Gotta get rid of that little shit, if you just wan
    get a little bid closer
    So I dropped the doja, hopped out the car
    Show shorty rock em up the par
    Get down, you know how I do, I be that superstar
    Its a ill type game, but Chica Bonita was on my brain
    Had me insane, this hot dame, look like a girl from Soul Train
    Im from Queens, where you from?
    Shorty rock said she from Brooklyn, home of the Dodgers
    We get down, better known as Crooklyn
    Same in Queens, caught her jeans
    Feelin cat or sellin smack
    Doin all that, matter fact, Mita just forget all that
    Its about me and you, so where ya friends?
    Come on girl, jump in the Benz
    Thats whens its about to spark it up
    Then I fill the dust of wind, blew my L out the window
    Of course you know I was like mad as hell
    Forget it, split it, I need to quit
    Which one, these two Im gonna get with
    [Chorus x4:]
    Her name was Chica, Bo-Bonita
    I love that girl even more than my reefer
    [Jugga]
    Now I met this chick in a Lexus, where?
    Sell it where the chip fly estimate
    Windows 99 in a hairdress, but I cant wet this chick
    Thinkin to myself I gotta get this chick
    Id be wrong if I let this chick, split
    She aint tryin to check me, probally a mellow to drive a SV
    Surprisenly she said hi to me
    Red light, caught us we flew to right
    Stepped to my minute like I stepped to my mic
    High contact, bought on the set
    You know the light in the condo is long as hell
    We had private talk, seein out of state place, so how New York
    So I finally thought to move back, gotta the mind to walk
    Gimme ya number ma, she did and I pulled off
    Doin about 20 or bum, thinkin to myself, she gotta be Indian
    Skin plissin in light, honey when the sun hit it
    So Imma see how she come wit it
    Told me that night, she wanted to go out
    Look like she live in a ginderbread house
    Changed her mind, she wanted to stay in
    8 outta 10, want to see the A.M.
    Lock on the door, hold on, took my coat, my hat, my shoes
    Now I knew I was stayin
    Got inside her livin room, look like a genie lamp
    This crib is tough
    Look at all the furniture, damn man
    If Im demon I hope nobody woke me up
    Minds not a joke, I was time and broke
    With a tight bottle of jack and some lime to toke
    I got one question before my time out the boat
    Do you drink, do you smoke, she turned and said nope
    Oh my god, do you mind repeatin that?
    She said nope
    [Chorus x4]
    [J-Drama]
    The next saturday I picked up Chica
    You wont see me blazin reefer
    Side of my world thrilled, girl and besides I really need ya
    Cuz Im Drama girl, ya Chica right
    You know I wanna freak ya right
    He aint doin ya right, aint doin ya right
    Ill have ya slidin on the ice
    And make a escapade, when the sex is made
    Even thru the works of best of day, its best we stay
    Another day, that means more time for the foreplay
    Now we both half payed, I got mami and you got papi papi
    For the simple fact that I aint gon let no more trees
    stop me, stop me
    [Jugga]
    Now me and girlfriend we can build up the trade
    Sweaty in the deli, to celebrate a hell of day
    Im lovin the way ya starvin
    See the way shorty in the hall is harder than the Olive Garden
    Meatball stain to my pants,
    all of the spaghetti like Lady & The Tramp
    Sippin on the wine, and we intertwine
    Told me she had somethin on her mind
    See I dont to tell you but it goes like this
    All the weed smoke showin up on the piss
    But they government jar
    Ooo, no money love, no money up
    Hit the honey up for another cup
    Now you want me to drink, you sexy chick
    Aight pass me that pint of Hennacy
    [Chorus x4]
    [ Chica Bonita Lyrics ]
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