Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear R&B, artist - 9th Prince. Album song Revenge of the 9th Prince, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2010
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Dear R&B |
| Yeah, this is for all, my niggas locked down |
| Ya’ll know what it is, you know, pictures on the wall |
| Nahwhatimean, fantasizing about all kinds of bitches and shit |
| You know, word up, models, actresses, you know what it is, knowhatimean? |
| Yo, Dear Beyonce, I fantasize about you every night |
| Therefore I’m sending you a kite |
| I’m working out, reading books, trying to get the body and mind right |
| What up with Kelly? |
| Word on the street, she was sleeping with Nelly |
| I heard it from my cellie |
| Paparazzi spotted them, coming out of a telly |
| But anyway, I seen your videos, «Deja Vu» |
| «Ring the Alarm», «To the Left» had me illing yo |
| You the illest chick, I got all your flicks |
| Forget Trina, you the baddest bitch |
| I love the way you smile, sexy profile |
| We probably would of met, if I didn’t blow trial, but anyhow |
| You my 'Dreamgirl', with a 'Supreme' style |
| A lodi dodi, I can tell you like to party |
| Every inmate in jail is loving you hardbody |
| Send a word to Michelle, my cellie said she can sing like hell |
| And when he touchdown, like LL, he wanna rock her bells |
| But for now, I got to end this letter |
| You a black queen like Coretta Scott King, shine like a diamond ring |
| Dear R&B chick, for you I catch a vic' |
| I know this sound sick, in my cell checking out your flicks |
| You so hot, laid back on my cot |
| You got a body that will never rot |
| One love to Keyshia Cole, Ciara, Beyonce |
| Alicia Keys, Rihanna |
| You ladies stay on fire like ganja |
| Yo, Dear Mary J. Blige, what’s the 411, hon? |
| Like Wyclef warn me, somebody call 911 |
| Besides going through the law library |
| All I do is dream about you, reminisce about «Real Love» |
| Off my convict crew, all I wanna do is be happy |
| Congratulations, I heard you was married |
| You deserve the best, my life tatted on your chest |
| Nice firm breasts, make a thug wanna caress your flesh |
| Ghetto queen wife, «No More Drama» in your life |
| Alot of fights in prison, I gained stripes |
| Take me as I am, you’re a Superwoman like Karyn White |
| I’m praying you get a divorce, so I can come |
| Scoop you like a prince and a horse |
| Be your knight in shining armor, like a thug in a bulletproof Porsche |
| But for now, I got to end this letter, sincerely yours |
| Send another kite next winter, I want to eat you out for dinner |
| Yo, what up Keyshia Cole? |
| I love your old from the stroll |
| The way you sing it so bold, a thug like me would never fold |
| Like wine I get fine as I get old, I remember you was sent from heaven |
| Protected by the seven, I’m just like you |
| Almost got defeated, I should of had cheated if it was needed |
| Luckily, I succeded, I like 'em light skin like Alicia Keys |
| Or brownskin like Rihanna, smoking on ganja |
| Long legs like Ciara, you promise your goodies sweet like cookies |
| I wanna taste your nookie, the Granddaddy Flow is a pro, these other |
| Cats is all rookies |