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lirik lagu which way you going – solomon childs

[intro: beretta 9] + (girl)
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira?
(get the f-ck off my arm, man)
check it, check it out, right
this beretta 9 from the k!llarmy crew
what’s up ma? two tnt and i’m ripped (si, eat it)
yo, i love pretty birds, what’s up
you rollin’ with me? (who the f-ck you callin’ a bird?)
(all up in our chocha) yo we don’t eat dead birds, honey

[beretta 9]
what up sweet thing? lookin’ like prom queen, e-b-tch
snake out our dough and do the same thing
but yo love, beat love to be loved, you got to make love
slow jams, candles and sh-t, word up
while she work it, curved d-ck, between her pink lips
your girlfriends buggin’ and sh-t, check out her hips
yo, the god must be slayin’ it well, guaranteed
broke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfits
big -ss, big t-ts, shorty was raised on grits
tall gl-sses of milk, her grandson was biscuits
but mad sh-t she lack, like a girl, she react
kings need queens, not no silly dingbats
sugar and spice, but yo, you ain’t that nice
leave your -ss fast, and won’t think twice

[9th prince]
yo, live at the barbeque, two blocks down from park avenue
sky was blue, shorty was dressed like a groom
t-tties and -ss round like balloons
ch-nky eyes i -n-lyzed, took my time like an old man that’s wise
i pushed up, what up b-ttercup?
proper ebonics, the slang had her stuck
my jewely was truck, from the moment i spoke
b-tch almost choked on a note, she fell in love
like cinderella, i said my name was 9th prince, boo
yeah, but you can call cinde-fella

[chorus: dom pachino]
which way you going? i think we goin’ that way too
girl, where your friends at? introduce them to my crew
we be the livest m.c.’s in the game, you heard boo? you heard boo? yo

[dom pachino]
which way you going? i think we goin’ that way too
yo, where your friends at? introduce them to my crew
harmonize atheletic thighs had me hypnotized
to -n-lyze and cease for a minute, before i advertised
a young -ss, we used to cut cl-ss, smoke the greenest gr-ss
back to 49 junior high, i was a bad -ss
bringin’ heat to school, pattin’ me down was the princ-p-l
nothin’ he would do, gettin’ suspended was the usual
in the boy’s bathroom, they in the vacant cl-ssroom
pokin’ fast, got her tight womb, too many come to soon
but i was young, her little tongue’ll get my d-ck hard
she feels, suckin’ her t-ts up in the schoolyard
took her virginity in catholic school trinity
promised that she’d be my first love to infinity

[chorus 2x]

[solomon childs]
yo, what the deal miss chocolate?
donna summers french twist, gucci boots, cover girl body
’88, diadora hotty, mary j. blige body, mahogany queen
body rollin’ round at a slow pace
can’t make glamour girl, this the softest place
playin’ with the coochie at the fireplace
catch i, fl1cks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherry
kitty kats stickin’ out the popcorn, shrimp and strawberries
bubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after dark
back shots, late nights in the park
solomon childs, good girl, you heard?
b.b. conduct, crushin’, forever crushin’

[chorus 2x]

[outro: dom pachino]
let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversation
yeah, yo

- solomon childs

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