Childs Play Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Childs Play Lyrics

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
    White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
    She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
    Waist like a Coke bottles scoring
    Pretty young thing loved the swings
    And times she got my ding-a-ling hard
    When she said push hard, she kept vaseline
    Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back
    Now held accountable right for my actions
    Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows
    Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
    Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines
    Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins
    Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss
    Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off
    Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
    Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke
    Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
    Hope the years go slow, slow
    Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
    Healthy minds will grow, grow
    Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out
    The cops are still coming, vibe with me
    Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting
    But you still telling lies to me

    Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love
    But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go
    It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
    I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
    The faggot Nore son, now year later
    Lady 7th floor, building 7-80
    Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me
    Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on
    Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
    I really liked the girl, had dreams about her
    Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered")
    But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo
    Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago
    Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit
    Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit
    So I jumped in
    Those were the days, made faces in school plays
    Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days
    Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller
    Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her
    Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets
    Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum
    Then engage him with them candy rings
    Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob
    I broked her chicko's sticks

    [Outro: Ghostface Killah]
    Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit
    Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret
    Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatI'mean?
    Those were the days right there
    Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy
    YouknowhatI'mean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that
    Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this
    Go home and think about it, youknowhatI'mean?
    May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatI'mean?
    Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
    That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatI'mean?
    Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatI'mean?
    Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatI'mean?
    A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatI'mean?
    That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man
    I wanna go back to school, man
    That's my word, man
    For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember...