Honeycomb

9th Prince

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    Boy you're something..
    You give me something, got me so high
    (You my Honeycomb)

    [9th Prince]
    Aiyyo, aiyyo
    We can make love from midnight to sunshine
    5'6'' with brown eyes, a ghetto love I analyze
    No more fantasize, she caught me by surprise
    Like the attacks, a terrorist bombing, against American allies
    Thin waist, nice thighs, brown sugar, ya love got me high
    Stimulate mothers and daughters, sisters and wives
    Woman got 9 lives, from New York to Ocean Drive
    You a part of my life, it's much deeper than just being my wife
    Grocery shopping at Shop Rite, giving me stares on spotlight
    I got a Love Jones for pretty poems
    Your voice massage my ears, on touch tone phones
    Honeycombs and lead bones, she respect my gangster like Al Capone
    Come enter my zone, my bedroom's my throne, get ya back blown
    9th Prince like Aaliyah Rockin' Ya Boat
    'til you can't moan, I'm touchin' ya bone
    Man in the wilderness, only ya love can heal this
    Real people feel this, you got the cure for my Sickness
    A little wickedness got me curious
    Baby girl I'm serious, ain't nuttin' delirious
    I'm furious like the streets of Los Angeles
    She stayed away from the scandalous

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    [Hook x3 w/ variations]

    [9th Prince]
    12 o'clock midnight, candle-light dinner
    Good girl pretender got a ass like Brenda
    Sex and champagne on the agenda
    Hit it by the fire-place in the winter
    Breakin' down ya walls and ya center of ya body
    Seen you at the Roxy
    Girlfriend callin' me ice-man 'cause my chain is icy
    It shines real bright in the light
    Call up Reverand Run, we gettin' married tonight
    You see me up at cheetahs, mingling with the stars
    Let's take a stroll in the park, hold hands
    Get our freak on while we on the monkey bars
    She knows one day I'ma blow
    I be strokin' to our favorite song on the radio
    Victoria Secret flow
    You smell like a red-rose, Bacardi and Alize
    Ya love got me drunker than a whino, we can make our own pornos
    She posed, no clothes, representin' Mahogany Queen
    Still not a ho yo, you my Honeycomb

    [Hook - to fade w/ variations]

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    Composición: T. Hamlin

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