CINDERELLA, Pt. 1 - CHIKA

Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end

Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen

Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend

Pardon my French-ooh, oui

Askin' around, who’s she?

I swear I gotta get her

Accordin' to the homies ain’t nobody ever met her

But some niggas call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D

Do you think that she’d be looking for a lady or a fella?

Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatever

I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers

Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words

No one sleepin', niggas sheep and flockin' to her like herds

But she muggin', I don’t think she in the mood

I’ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh

What she doing at a party like this

(Like this)

Walked in here and had an aura like bliss

(Like bliss)

She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist

She got real with

She want real shit, real shit

And so I’m rolling this blunt over here

And I overhear these two

Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner

Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a «foreigner»

Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her

In short, talking shit

It went something like this:

«Ugh, why she here?

By the invitation

Think they made it quite clear

It’s a celebration only for the graduation

Deadass, I ain’t even hating

But she ain’t in my year,»

«Girl, you ain’t even lying

That bitch think she muhfuckin' fine

She ain’t all that,»

Is they muhfuckin' blind?

Nigga, they doin' the most

If these bitches wanna roast

I got the muhfuckin time

(Shit)

Back to the mission

I done let her get up out my vision

(Cough)

And this blunt hittin'

Party 'bout to end and

I ain’t even got to sippin

Got D’Usse up in the cooler

I’m a fool or I’m trippin'

So I hop up out my chair

I swear I had a good listen

They starting to blow me

In a minute I’m dippin'

'Bout to make a drink

And 'round the corner, I’m whipping

And I swear you won’t believe

Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen

What she doing at a party like this

(Like this)

Walked in here and had an aura like bliss

(Like bliss)

She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist

She got real with

She want real shit, real shit