Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lovely Lady, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lovely Lady |
| Uh… sweetness. |
| beautiful queen |
| Beautiful queen… beautiful queen, yeah |
| Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and |
| A great big expression of happiness |
| Boy, you couldn’t miss. |
| With a dozen roses, such will astound you |
| Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction |
| In passing, driven by a desire to know if she’s taken |
| I was askin', «Is your heart vacant? |
| Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? |
| Can we build?» |
| Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? |
| Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise |
| Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation |
| Your mind flashed back to other shit you’ve been through |
| Others left you questionable, what’s acceptable? |
| The first sight of this divine light might shy you |
| Warm words melt the ice between us |
| My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through |
| Let’s hit Vegas while the weather is nice |
| Kiss my hand before I roll my dice |
| In the 7−45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep |
| It’s just the simple thtings in life we do |
| Watch the God as I’m shapin' and moldin' this planet I’m holdin' |
| In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation |
| Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene |
| This is King toast Queen |
| We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports |
| Frankinmyrrh and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream |
| Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name |
| Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine |
| Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing |
| It’s just nice-ness, the absence of confusion |
| Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss |
| Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home |
| Maybe we can build and add on over the phone |
| Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I’m wrong? |
| Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness |
| Excuse, I don’t mean to intrude |
| Aight, yeah love |
| See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil |
| You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love |
| I rose in my whip with my wiz in thought |
| It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' |
| To the melody, «Didn't I blow you mind?» |
| Hit the spliff slow, sit low, seat reclined |
| In due time, every square inch will be mine |
| She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine |
| I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look |
| Hair well groomed and thing |
| Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match |
| Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm |
| Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth |
| She asked for directions as if she was lost |
| But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon |
| In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon |
| Didn’t I blow your mind? |
| Oh, didn’t I blow your mind? |
| Oh, didn’t I blow your mind? |
| Didn’t I blow your mind? |
| Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |
| Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |