Cameo

Verse 1: At first I saw your face and I was sold. A beautiful body with a mind made of gold. Then I saw that your personality was so in tone. And all those childish games would never follow where you rooam. That's when I ran from the crew and I walked up to you and asked you "so what is your name?" You look like a chiefer lets blow on some riffer. It'll keep us from going insane. Let's go have a drink and we'll see what you think about maybe you joining my team. On a whole nother level I hope you can handle a brother whose swagger's so clean. I mean, baby you're fine. Like I'm frozen in time everytime that I look in your eyes. I'm thinking your one of kind. Oh so top of the line. Let's just say your the ultimate prize. There's no other chick that does it so slick or kills when it comes to your grind. Cause even the stars, they're looking at you and hating the way that you shine. Chorus: I don't need a hook, do you want one? If it ain't one, don't mean we wont have some fun. Cause we in it. We do it. Everyday so fluent. And you can tag along girl, it ain't nothing to it. We party all night 'till the day in. Sipping on tequila, vodka, maybe even gin. And yea, my life is like a movie, home video. And I'd really like for you to make a cameo. Verse 2: You run through my mind like all of the time. And i can't seem to get you out. Like a mistake on a term paper I just white out. And since I got the baddest chick, I just don't see a point to keep an eye out. We come through with swag and pop a few tags while brothers are steadily hating. They're stressing the fact that we are all that and killing the swag we're potraying. The drama come through and it's like blah blah blu. I don't understand what they're sayin'. But "go ma weo" is what I tell them cause we're chinking like the asians. Ride in the Beem and we're sitting on lean. Got grechy for days cause my pockets on ching. No hater nor force can come in between the semi-uphoric and future historic and way metaphoric bond that we have. Because they try to catch up but they continue to lag. It's real sad but... Chorus: I don't need a hook, do you want one? If it ain't one, don't mean we wont have some fun. Cause we in it. We do it. Everyday so fluent. And you can tag along girl, it ain't nothing to it. We party all night 'till the day in. Sipping on tequila, vodka, maybe even gin. And yea, my life is like a movie, home video. And I'd really like for you to make a cameo.