Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honeycomb, artist - 9th Prince. Date of issue: 27.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Honeycomb |
| Boy you’re something. |
| You give me something, got me so high |
| (You my Honeycomb) |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo |
| We can make love from midnight to sunshine |
| 5'6'' with brown eyes, a ghetto love I analyze |
| No more fantasize, she caught me by surprise |
| Like the attacks, a terrorist bombing, against American allies |
| Thin waist, nice thighs, brown sugar, ya love got me high |
| Stimulate mothers and daughters, sisters and wives |
| Woman got 9 lives, from New York to Ocean Drive |
| You a part of my life, it’s much deeper than just being my wife |
| Grocery shopping at Shop Rite, giving me stares on spotlight |
| I got a «Love Jones» for pretty poems |
| Your voice massage my ears, on touch tone phones |
| «Honeycombs» and lead bones, she respect my gangster like Al Capone |
| Come enter my zone, my bedroom’s my throne, get ya back blown |
| 9th Prince like Aaliyah «Rockin' Ya Boat» |
| 'til you can’t moan, I’m touchin' ya bone |
| Man in the wilderness, only ya love can heal this |
| Real people feel this, you got the cure for my «Sickness» |
| A little wickedness got me curious |
| Baby girl I’m serious, ain’t nuttin' delirious |
| I’m furious like the streets of Los Angeles |
| She stayed away from the scandalous |
| 12 o’clock midnight, candle-light dinner |
| Good girl pretender got a ass like Brenda |
| Sex and champagne on the agenda |
| Hit it by the fire-place in the winter |
| Breakin' down ya walls and ya center of ya body |
| Seen you at the Roxy |
| Girlfriend callin' me ice-man cause my chain is icy |
| It shines real bright in the light |
| Call up Reverand Run, we gettin' married tonight |
| You see me up at cheetahs, mingling with the stars |
| Let’s take a stroll in the park, hold hands |
| Get our freak on while we on the monkey bars |
| She knows one day I’mma blow |
| I be strokin' to our favorite song on the radio |
| Victoria Secret flow |
| You smell like a red-rose, Bacardi and Alize |
| Ya love got me drunker than a whino, we can make our own pornos |
| She posed, no clothes, representin' Mahogany Queen |
| Still not a ho yo, you my «Honeycomb» |