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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #935
Peak in subgenre #464
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
January 15, 2004
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Well look the Scene is Nottingham about ten years ago
Nightclub outings mixed with drink its got me lookin for ho's
Then one saturday came, pissed out my brain with Lionel-B
Girls on the dancefloor shakin, more pussy than the eye can see
The DJ spinning club joints, heat from the lights was blazin'
Then out of the crowd I saw her - body amazing
standing at the side lookin like an ebony princess
tight black dress, i confess she had titties like headrests
now at this point you'd think i'd smoothly approach, cock in hand
but I was a shy young man you iced out thugs won't understand
when I did approach clumsily, she laughed and smiled
took my hand, led me to the dancefloor, smooched for a while
wanted to stick her like a baboon, but hold on its too soon
instead I just kissed and felt her tits up in the back room
told me her name was alisha, no it wasn't - thats wrong
but fuck it, i'll say her name was that it fits this song
Hours later, Mink-C finds himself at her crib on her sofa
on her walls got african shields and a malcolm x poster
she lived with her sister but she was out with her man
so we kicked back, in the background teddy pendergrass sang
sipped a glass of wine, admired her as i lit up a j
ass like a young janet jackson, face like a young billie holliday
must have died and gone to heaven, knew what this girl want
hitched up her skirt and felt her pussy drippin wet like a swamp
unhooked my belt, took my trousers down the Mink laid bare
blew me like a saxophonist while i zoned in the chair
didn't wanna nut yet, turned her over and started poundin
thought the foundations were collapsin by the way that we soundin
up in her ass, i done near passed out, my head was spinnin
caught a reflection in the mirror, my ass was grinning
when i bust, i thought i'd gone and ruptured my spleen
took her number, make this regular my african queen
A week later i'm in the sun-drenched Canaries on vacation
drinking, smokin with my homeboy, the girls are player hating
inebriated, drunk, I got a smile on my face
Thinkin bout Alishas drippin pussy all in my face
then while Lionel was spitting game to some girls in the cafe
i went to the ATM and some italians fuckin jacked me
I didn't have no money but they took my leather wallet
grabbed a rock, gave chase but the running made me vomit
sat there head in hands, my Visa cards have gone
but most of all the paper with Alishas number on
Back in Nottingham I took to hunting for her abode
but I was so pissed that night I can't remember her road
Asked around but no luck, you see she was only a fuck
but now I could feel my emotions, it hit me like mack truck
if only I had kept her number safe I'd still be with her
think of all the gifts i'd give her, all the time I'd spend with her
Now many years have passed, I'm guess I'm kinda okay
but can't help wishin I didn't get jacked that day
would she have captured my heart? She could have held my soul hostage
And most of all the bitch could suck the meat out a sausage
Life sometimes lifts you up and kicks you back down
And occasionally I think of what she's doing right now
Probably hates me for not calling, there is no burning ember
Probably never hear this song and if she does she won't remember
And if she does she won't have a clue I'm talkin bout her
Probably has me down as yet another misogynistic rapper
And if she does work it out then god forbid
she'll have a family, suckin her husband and straight raisin a kid
So fuck it, if you're drunk and going up in a slut
remember kids - write your bitches numbers out in triplicate!
