What Is This - Slum Village

Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day

For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay

You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K.

And a rock on your finger like you took a married name

We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane

You been smokin' for years, funny things never change

Your all that I need, in and not in every way

Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J.

«What is this"(just chill it) «Who are you"(come feel it)

«Is this su-«(-perficial, love is certain)

I got a pocket full of fitties

Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me

I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie

I can’t sleep at night dog I’m dirty

I take my mans ta the spot, when it’s hot

We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not

We doing things we can’t deny but y’all supposed to try

The same niggaz that be asking us why

But girl I’m trying to get you, I love to get you

I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you

I ain’t the type of people that be holding out

Now step up in this whip and let’s be rolling out

When I come correct, you know it ain’t just my words

I penetrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve

And, I know it sounds superficial, but I’m so hardcore

Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek

Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day

We doing it 'til the sun lay

(come into my zone where the bliss is deep)