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[Ghostface Killah]Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunkWhite miniskirt with a Betty Boom bumShe had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like LaurynWaist like a Coke bottles scoringPretty young thing loved the swingsAnd times she got my ding-a-ling hardWhen she said push hard, she kept vaselineOpen as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue backNow held accountable right for my actionsRight before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallowsDrawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottleLines from Dolomite, few tips from GoinesBirthday, gave her two 50 cent coinsPuppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip glossCherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched offMole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouthWherever God go will be Mrs. CokeGirl's so pretty, kids with little niddysHope the years go slow, slowSurrounded by intelligence, life through educationHealthy minds will grow, growCatch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin outThe cops are still coming, vibe with meEverybody's talking about Wu-Tang frontingBut you still telling lies to meBeautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on loveBut having strung eyes of oppose, here we goIt's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her assI'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the busThe faggot Nore son, now year laterLady 7th floor, building 7-80Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change meYoung Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry onTahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricornI really liked the girl, had dreams about herThinking to myself some nights she got ("powered")But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-loloTrick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years agoHit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hitEh yo, the bitches started swinging and shitSo I jumped inThose were the days, made faces in school playsPaper trays, city wide test, made half a daysShooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch tallerStapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for herFresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, beretsJellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cumThen engage him with them candy ringsEh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed RobI broked her chicko's sticks[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shitGirls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beretNext looking like baby powder, youknowhatI'mean?Those were the days right thereBoston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candyYouknowhatI'mean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all thatJust to see that little girl right there, ? to thisGo home and think about it, youknowhatI'mean?May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatI'mean?Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there GThat shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatI'mean?Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatI'mean?Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatI'mean?A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatI'mean?That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, manI wanna go back to school, manThat's my word, manFor real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember...more