a Supa short

i don’t make it rain
i just watch the weather
and when it’s cold outside
i sport that butter leather
sometimes i’m dope boy fresh
but i ain’t never sold no drugs
i pack a lethal weapon
and sometimes it spits hot slugs
but not the kind that leave you bleed’in
i mean the kind that spark your brain
and when i dip ‘em in that sticky
i make cool heads go insane

That Old Kill'in Blues

I woke up this morning and the blues was lay’in in my bead
I went to wash my face and the blues was flowing through my head
I started brushing my teeth and the blues was deep in my gums
I had to sit on the toilet cause the blues gave me the damn runs
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I jumped in the shower and tried to wash the blues off my skin
The blues just dug down and burned me like a deadly sin
I put cream all over my body to try and cool down the burn
And the blues just laughed and asked “Boy when you gonna learn?”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I put on my pants and the blues said, “Don’t forget to zip your fly.”
I started brewing my coffee and the blues said “I’ll take mine with a slice of pie.”
I stepped out the door and the blues said “There's no need to go out today.”
I went to buy a paper and the blues said, “Don’t bother cause I spent up all your pay.”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I went back to my place and the blues said, “Let’s go up and have a drink.”
I said, “It’s too early for liquor.” And the blues said, “It will...help you think.”
After I drank the whole bottle of Scotch I said, “I’m probably better off dead!”
I pulled out my .38 and the blues said “Let my hold it to your head!!!”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues that gets to your head
Awww…please say a prayer for me momma cause I just pulled the trigger and now I’m dead

Being Supa Is A Habit

Being Supa is a habit, so get like me…
Time to set it off
Let these folks know
I bet you never seen a Benz with them gullwing doors
I pulled up to the front; the valet slipped me a bill
He said it’s worth a BenFrank just to grip on my wheel
Oooh I think they like me, matter fact I know
They tried buy me the bar when I step through the door
Your boy ain't front'in, I do my damn thing
I don't need diamonds to shine, I buy 'em for my wife and watch her neck go "BLING"

alma por fuego

i got a chip on my shoulder cause my daddy wasn’t there
at times i look up towards the clouds cause life ain’t never been too fair
but then i focus on my peeps and realize I got it good
me and my family own a home, shit...our hood’s a neighborhood
yea my hooptie needs some fix’in but i still roll it like a Benz
my Supa seeds love to eat so i love bring’in home them endz
and my queen’s about to have another little SupaDupa star
so i gotta keep my form cause once again i raised the bar
some people just don’t understand me and my SupaDupa ways
most times i’m quiet cool outside but on the inside i’m all ablaze
my heart is filled with passion for my people and our plight
sometimes it gets so fuck’in heavy, it keeps me up all damn night
i have a lot to say, but sometimes i just can’t get it out
at times i loose my cool and then all i can do is yell and shout
but that is rather rare cause most times i burn the rage away
i end up SupaDupa high, no matter if it’s night or day

good exercise for your brain

Albert Einstein’s Riddle

ARE YOU IN THE TOP 2% OF INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?
SOLVE THE RIDDLE AND FIND OUT.

There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don’t give up.

On a street there are five houses, painted five different colours.
In each house lives a person of different nationality.
These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.

THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH???

HINTS

1.The Brit lives in a red house.
2.The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3.The Dane drinks tea.
4.The Green house is on the left of the White house.
5.The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.
6.The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7.The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8.The man living in the center house drinks milk.
9.The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10.The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11.The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12.The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13.The German smokes Prince.
14.The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15.The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

ALBERT EINSTEIN WROTE THIS RIDDLE EARLY DURING THE 19TH CENTURY. HE SAID THAT 98% OF THE WORLD POPULATION WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT.

Waiting By The Water ('07)

Supa, where are you going?
I have to go and get some paper…
Supa, how are you going to get it?
Me and my people planned a caper…
Supa, will you be gone long?
Two months tops, maybe three…
Supa, what will I do without you?
I left some paper and six pounds of sticky…
Supa, don’t you love me?
Girl stop tripp’in, you know you’re my heart…
Supa, what if some bird tries to take you away?
It’s you and me forever, I told you that from the start…
Supa, will you make love to me before you sail?
I was thinking the same thing, we have a few hours before I have to go…
Supa, can you take your time so I can feel your every stroke?
You know I know how you like it, now come let me kill it slow…
Supa, can you do me like this for the rest of my days?
I promise I’ll give it to you if you keep giving it to me…
Supa, is there anything that you want me to do for you while your away?
Until I return, I want you to wait right here by the sea…

my fave poem

The .38
I hear the man downstairs slapping the hell out of his stupid wife again
I hear him push and shove her around the overcrowded room
I hear his wife scream and beg for mercy
I hear him tell her there is not mercy
I hear the blows as they land on her beautiful body
I hear glasses and pots and pans falling
I hear her fleeing from the room
I hear them running up the stairs
I hear her outside my door
I hear him bang her head on my door
I hear him trying to drag her away from my door
I hear her hands desperate on my doorknob
I hear the blow of her head against my door
I hear him drag her down the stairs
I hear her head bounce from step to step
I hear them again in their room
I hear a loud smack across her face (I guess)
I hear her groan – then
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him open the top drawer of his bureau (the .38 lives there)
I hear the fast beat of my heart
I hear the drops of perspiration fall from my brow
I hear him yell I warned you
I hear him say damn you I warned you and now it’s too late
I hear the loud report of the thirty eight-caliber revolver then
I her it again and again the Smith and Wesson
I hear the bang bang bang of four death dealing bullets
I hear my heart beat faster and louder – then again
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him walk out of their overcrowded room
I hear him walk up the steps
I hear him come toward my door
I hear his hand on my doorknob
I hear the doorknob click
I hear the door slowly open
I hear his step into my room
I hear the click of the thirty eight before the firing pin hits the bullet
I hear the loud blast of the powder exploding in the chamber of the .38
I hear the heavy lead noise of the bullet swiftly cutting its way through the barrel of the .38
I hear it emerge from space from the .38
I hear the bullet of death flying toward my head the .38
I hear its weird whistle the .38
I hear it give off a steamlike noise when it cuts through my sweat the .38
I hear it singe my skin as it enters my head the .38 and
I hear death saying, Hello I’m here!
Ted Joans

chocolate lock

25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir, i got a chocolate chick that drives a tangerine Kompressor
she used to drive a canary yellow supercharged Range Rover, and her fave celeb of all time was Jay Hova…
but then she met me and flipped like Bumblebee, now the only star in her eyes is Supa to tha D…u-p-a
top billin, what more can i say? she copped that Benz and asked me to come away…
and like Norah i was jones’in for some coco puffs, so i hopped in her citrus, she said, “I like it rough!!!”
so i proceeded to slice it up like Kimbo pre MMA, soon she was fire’in off them shots like that killa Wee-Bey
now we make good music like Ye West from ChiTown, i always make her touch the sky, i got that love locked down…

another ep

I told ‘em, “Put your stunna shades on, cause I’m known to make it sunny
My name’s SupaDupa and I’m about to get money!”
I took out my laptop and plugged it in the wall
Pulled up a beat, they started holl’in “Yes, Yes Yall!!!”
Then I got on the mic and proceeded to flow like a spring
I said, “This ain’t noth’in new, I’m just do’in my thing…
I came here tonight to help you relax
With the aid of the bartender and that sticky in your backpacks
So don’t be shy, get your drink on and light up
By the way, excuse me barmaid but can you fill up my cup?
Now let me spark this bark and float like ol’boy’s ark
To all the little fish in the sea, look out for the Great Black Shark
Cause I’m hungry as hell, like I ain’t ate in a week
Plus this flame is tiptop, but I’m about to go deep
Like them little gray men in outer space
And get your Visine out cause third eyes get’in maced
A lot of people be ask’in, ‘Supa were you get your beats from?’
I tell ‘em from the Mother Land and that old bass drum
Where it fills the air, bounce’in from village to village
Tell’in ‘bout celebration or warning of come’in pillage
But I digress, sometimes my mind starts to drift
I love them Magic Moments when brain cells catch a lift
Then I come back down like mercury in December
They call me SupaDupaStar, but I know you’ll remember…”
It seemed like two hours, but six minutes it lasted
When I was through the yelled, “Encore, you fly ass SupaStar basterd!!!”

tatt-it-up

I was chill’in in the valley
Burn’in down that killa-cali
I ran into this thick snow bunny named Sally
She asked me if her ice matched her thong made by Bally
She wanted to go back to my room and run a rally
This was a chick that looked hard to get
But when my light shined on her she was soak’in wet
I said, “Pump your brakes little momma, and take a step back!"
"You all up on me like them diamonds on that wood in my Llac."
"And I don’t even know ya, never seen you in my life.”
She said, “I wanna melt all on you like butter on a hot knife!!!"
"I can be your number one on SupaDupa’s greatest hits!!!”
Word to momma, she was thicker than a bowl of cold grits
So I stepped to her like I knew her
Her ice was cool but SupaStar was much cooler
We went up to my sweet and she blew my mind
I kept press’in on that button to rewind, rewind
Then I slipped on the coat and turned her out like Tyrese
I had her walking on the moon like Sting and The Police
As she was walking out the door she said, “I’ll always love you!”
I thought to myself, “Wait till you look at your ass in the mirror and see that SupaDupa Was Here tattoo…”

Jester Nights (1)

“Yo J…yo J, wake up!”
“What??? What do you want man???”
“J, wake up man, I gotta talk to you about something.”
“Can’t you see that I’m sleeping? What time is it anyway?”
“It’s only two in the morning…”
“Why in the hell are you waking me up in the middle of the night, I got to get up early for class and…WHY ARE YOU BUTT ASS NAKED???”
“I’m not naked, I got my Bruce Lee headband on…”
“You need some serious help man…where is your girl anyway?”
“She’s asleep in my room.”
“So why don’t you take your naked ass and join her and leave me alone?”
“Yo J, I been dancing butt naked by the pale moon light!”
“What?!?!”
“I said, I been dancing butt ass naked by the pale moon light!”
“Man, will you please take your crazy ass back to your room? I swear that I’m going to start locking my door from now on!”
“Chill J, I was just going to tell you about this skunk that I came across.”
“Aw shit…you been smok’in again haven’t you? And now your high ass wants to talk to someone…”
“Yea J, let me holla at you for a minute.”
“Don’t even think about sitting your naked ass on my bed!!!”
“Cool, I can dance while I talk.”
“Yo, stop jumping around my room with your dick swinging all over the place!!!”
“Ok, ok…I’ma go…”
“You are one sick dude!!!”
“I know, but what can I say, my dad did it when he and my mom…”
“Too much info dude, just go…”
“I’ll holla…”
"Next time you come to my room make sure you got on some clothes...you six-eight fool... "

tripp'in again

some people call me SupaG, but yo i never ski
i just skate on them J’s like that brotha Shani
sometimes i feel like quit’in, but that just ain’t me
i gotta be Bout It Bout It like my nigga Master P
and go hard in the paint, that’s why i roll that big body
i post up on the scene and get more stats than anybody
i got ‘em ask’in, “SupaDupa, how you do it like that?”
they waste’in time chang’in tires but mine are run-flat…
so i just keep it roll’in like hot Vegas table
word to Usher, i keep a dollar’s worth of dimes in my stable
and i love to ride, like an equestrian
and they love to holla, “Supa You Da Muthafuck’in Man!”
this i know very well, so there ain’t no mistake'in
they holla loud so i can hear ‘em, and there ain’t no fake’in
i make ‘em bite headboards and rip up sheets
and when i’m finish stabb’in, i make ‘em roll-up my sweets
then i get blowed while i get blowed, it feels so good
i’m the smartest batter in the majors cause i got brains on my wood

Supa's House

We have...a whole lotta stars in this joint here tonight!!!
But there is only one SupaStar in here…And this is MY HOUSE!!!
So, when I ask who’s house this is, yall know what time it is…
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
Once a-gain my friend, Supa’s in to win
And I’m on that sticky, you can keep the Henn
Just pass a pint of that Guinness Stout
And before I’m done sipp’in I’ma turn this motha out
I’ma do it for the ladies so fresh and so clean
I’ma do it for the thugs look’in hard and mean
I’ma do it for the people in the front gett’in crunk
And I’ma do it for the niggas in the back with them blunts
My name is Supa son
I cut dimes for fun
I get def like Run
And I’m surpassed by none
I flip like Optimus
Spit flames like BustaBust
Leave suckas in the dust
Go cop my shit, it’s a must
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!

tripp'in

I came in the door, I said it before, “I’ll never let that thang hypnotize me no more.”
But then I slipped and fell and landed in the kitty cat
She said, “Damn, Supa I ain’t know you swung wood like that!”
I said, “Girl stop playing, you know I bring the heat,
Just shine that SUPA sign up in the air next time you want that thang beat!
It might take a little while, but girl don’t worry
Once again I’ll have your walls com’in down like a Toronto snow flurry!”
She said, “Supa, you the muthafucka that I wanna be with for the rest of my life!”
“Now, now, now girl, don’t start that tripp’in…”

02/14/85

I will never forget the day. It was February 14, 1985, my 12th birthday. We had moved to a new city about two months before. I didn’t have any new friends yet, so no one knew that it was my birthday. I remember feeling so sad and alone. It was Valentine’s Day, my special day, and there was no one to wish me a Happy Birthday. After school I got on the bus and rode all the way home without speaking to anyone. I got off of the bus and I wanted to cry. My mom was not getting off of work until later that evening and my older brother was working in his studio at the university. There was no one home. I slowly walked to our apartment and took out my key. I could feel my eyes filling with tears as I turned the lock. I was alone on my birthday and no one cared. As I opened the door and walked in I saw something that I will never forget as long as I live. There on the table was a single cupcake with white icing and a red heart on top of it. Right beside it was a card that read "Happy Birthday...Love Mom." In the small amount of time that it took me to see that cupcake and read that card, all of my sadness and loneliness disappeared. At that moment I knew I was loved. I knew that if no one else in the world ever told me Happy Birthday on my special day, my mom would never forget about me.

It Never Rains

I hooked up with some of my hommies at the shaker club the other night for Monday Night Football. You know, get some steaks, some brew, and enjoy the game. Well, during halftime I noticed this shorty that I used to kick it with. She had just stepped up to dance on one of the side stages. She was still looking good but there was something different about her. After further examination I could see that she had lost a few pounds, her hair was not as fly as I remembered it being…she just didn’t have that shine that she had before. I could also see that one of her eyes was kind of swollen and dark. I stepped up to the stage and put a 20 in her belt. She looked shocked and embarrassed to see me, but she played it off and danced like a pro.

I said, “I haven’t seen your face in a year, I’m surprised to see you up here. You look mad, at the same time sad, and girl who did that to your face?”

And she told me; “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
“Supa baby, why can’t we be alone, without all these broke ass niggas trying to bone?
I pray for that day to come for us to be together, I won’t worry about a thing, and I know that we’ll change the weatherrrrrr.”
“Just me and you alone!”
“Now it my be pouring on the center stage, but over here it ain’t going down, cause it never rains…And I just want to be with you...”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now…It never rains on my side of this stage now…”

Brown Lady

One time for that brown lady with the manicured toes
And them diamonds glow’in bright in her ears and her nose
You know the one that look like she just stepped out of Ebony
With nice breasts and hips that hint at something so heavenly
Word to yo momma, I love her nice beautiful brown ass
I would kill to swing an episode in the backseat of her E-Class
Like Jamie Foxx say, “I love her cause she got her own.”
She goes to work everyday and her pockets are full-grown
She got so much class and so much style
And she can melt a hard nigga’s heart with her cute little smile
When she walk she swing with so much swagger
And when she get mad her eyes will stab you like a dagger
If you be good to her she’ll be good right back
But if you keep fuck’in up she’ll put you back on the rack
She’s a ride or die chick with a quiet cool dimener
I been search’in everywhere for her, please tell me have you seen her?

some think

some think i represent the law because i got long arms
some think i’m broke because i don’t floss them bling charms
some think i’m a thug because i got a G on my chest
some think i’m conceited because i feel i’m the best
some think i’m still a baller because i stand 6’eight
some think i’m a dog because i kick it with Nate
some think i’m weird because i live in the ATX
some think i’m still wrong because i smashed and hollered, “Who’s Next?”
some think i’m crazy because i like to run circles around the lake
some think i’m soft because sometimes i get a heartache
some think i’m odd because i listen to Portishead and Tricky
some think my mind is baked because I love to burn that sticky

Eat'in Good in Supa's Hood

We were in the grocery store early this evening, like we are four days out of seven, trying to decide what we were going to have for dinner. My son said something about fried chicken, he had been asking me to make fried chicken for weeks. I ended up getting a package of boneless skinless chicken thighs, a large box of macaroni and cheese, and four pieces of corn on the cob. I also picked up a 16 oz. bottle of buttermilk and some caramel pecan turtle ice cream. As soon as we got home I put the chicken thighs in a large bowl and poured the buttermilk over them and sat them to the side to soak. I filled two pots, one large and one medium sized, with water and put them on the stove to boil with the lids on. After about five minutes, I turned the chicken thighs and added salt to each pot of water. A few minutes after that, the water was boiling in the pots. Since I had shucked the corn at the store, I just put all four in the large pot of boiling water. I then proceeded to pour the macaroni into the medium pot of boiling water. Once that was done I produced a large shallow bowl from the cupboard and, with a large fork, drained and placed the chicken thighs in it. I seasoned the chicken with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and chili powder. Then I turned the thighs and seasoned the other side with salt and pepper only. Next, I produced a medium sized Tupperware container from the cupboard and filled it about a quarter full with all purpose white flour. Once that was done and the chicken was still soaking up the spices, I filled an iron pot with about an inch of oil and placed it on high heat. I checked the macaroni and corn,they were cooking along schedule. Once the oil was, as we say in the Dirty, “Good and Hot” I proceeded to place the chicken in the flour. I could fit about three thighs in the flour at a time. I shook and turned; making sure that there was an even coating of flour on the thighs. Then I placed the thighs into the hot oil. I quickly coated three more thighs with the flour and they joined the previous three in the hot oil bath. It was truly “On and Popp'in!” The corn was done when I checked it next, so I removed the pot from the heat and drained the water off. I then checked the macaroni and it was al dente, just the way I like my pasta. I removed it from the heat and drained the water off of it as well, before adding the cheese sauce. Everything was clicking tonight because as soon as I was done mixing the macaroni the first round of chicken was just past golden brown and ready to come out. I lined a Pyrex bowl with paper towel and placed the chicken in it after draining. I then repeated the previous steps with the next batch of chicken. I was now ready to plate the meal. I place one piece of chicken, one large spoon full of macaroni and cheese, and one buttered piece of corn on the cob on each plate( I broke my little girl’s piece of corn on the cob in half and gave her a smaller portion of macaroni and cheese). I don’t like to toot my own horn, I think that is something for the ladies to do if you know what I mean, but we ate good!!! Not saying that we don’t eat good most of the time, but tonight was special. It reminded me of eating fried chicken at my grandmother’s table back in the day. When you have a meal like that, you can really feel what Soul Food means. And the best part about it was that I produced it with love, from me to my family. After dinner was over and we were all full, I bathed my little girl and put her to bed. My son had his shower while I was cooking, so all he had to do after dinner was brush his teeth and he was off to bed as well. Once they were settled, I made myself some espresso and had a piece of caramel cake that my wife made yesterday with some of that caramel pecan turtle ice cream. I sat back and watched the Dodgers get beat by the Phillies in game four. It was a good night even though I wanted LA to win.

SupaDupa’s verse on Swagga Like Us

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
Mr. SupaStar just landed in your area
I’m tall, dark, and tatted so I hope I’m not scaring ya
I just flew in to add my heat to this track
And by the time I’m finish spitt’in you’ll be like “DJ BRING IT BACK!!!”
I didn’t come here to front, stunt, brag, or boast
But I’ll tell you quite simply,
I’m all that and a Bentley
My momma knew it back on 02/14/73
That’s why she got that hysterectomy
She said, “Ain’t no one come’in after he,
He has to be the dopest muthafucka on the planet!”
I started as a spark now I’m a towering inferno
But don’t be alarmed, cause SupaDupa’s in control
Word to Janet
Just stay calm and please don’t panic
Throw your hands in the muthafuck’in air and help me fan it
And we gon burn it down forever, can you overstand it???

my dream deferred

Last night I had a dream…and I was…
I was ride’in in the back of my Maybach Benz
I was so high I had to put on my aviator lenz
Kimora Lee was on one side steady roll’in up the sticky
Leona Lewis was on the other proceed'in to give your boy a hickey
We were go’in to scoop Tyra Banks cause she was dying to do me
Word to Dro, I was the flyest Nigga in the country
Tyra got in and started sipp’in on me like some Henn
Leona got pissed cause she thought she was gonna win
Kimora wasn’t tripp’in cause she was blowed like a shotgun
The blimp was flying high say’in “Supa You The Fuck’in One!!!”
We pulled up to my pad and we all filed out
I told my driver that I was in for the night, he said, "No doubt!"
We went inside, the ladies stripped and jumped in the hot tub
They all said “Supa please get in we got places for you to rub!!!”
I took off my clothes and got in, they said, “Please make us moan!!!”
It only took a few seconds till SupaDupa was on bone
I was about to do ‘em like a butcher; I had all three on the chopping block
Next thing I knew I was awakened by my fuck’in alarm clock
Try’in to go back to sleep, I laid in bed for an hour
In the end all I could do was take a fuck’in cold shower…

i miss

i miss lazy Sunday afternoons burn’in down a fat fatty
i miss lean’in in the seat of my old green Caddy
damn, I really miss my grandma Hattie
even though I never really knew the nigga sometimes i miss my daddy

i miss wake’in up shoot’in hoops before i had a chance to yawn
i miss hustling as a kid cutt’in my neighbors’ lawn
sometimes i miss watch’in tv from dusk till dawn
and i miss the Cube that said “Once Again It’s On.”

i miss roll’in over without a worry or care about shit
i miss climbing trees on campus and gett’in straight lit
i miss playing buns up, try’in not go get hit
shit, i miss my dog and the ball he played wit

i miss gett’in up on Saturdays watch’in Scooby Doo
i miss the first day of school, my clothes all fresh and new
i miss check’in out the girls to see who done grew
and i miss block’in shots, “You gone dunk on who?”

i miss the day my mom bought me them Air Revolutions
i miss high school math, i was good at them solutions
i miss being recruited by all them b-ball institutions
but most of all i miss me, it’s time to make some resolutions

T Pain “Can’t Believe It” inspired joint

I can put you in the Buck, with your feet high up
Cut you open like a Ginsu, put it all up in you
Make you wonder what you got yourself into

I can hit it Missionary, make you sing like a canary
Hold up one of your legs, tap that thang like a keg
I’m that nigga you been look’in… for

It feels so gooood, baby how you keep it so tight
I put you on all fours, hit like a race horse
Have you cream’in all night

Baby I slowed it down a bit cause you needed some vintilation
I really think we need some lubrication
Let’s talk about Youuuu do’in meeeee

Ohh, I can’t believe it, she she she so on it, on it
Now, now I’m up in it, in it
Any you know I’m gone kill it, kill it

She give that thang brain, she make the Supa say Oooooooo, Ooooooooo, Ooooooooooo!

commitment

we were sit’in in the garden
burn’in down some flowers
we had a deep conversation
seemed like it lasted for hours

she told me that she loved me
she wanted to be my moon forever
her words were sweet like candy
and she put ‘em down so cleaver

she said Supa you’re a star
matter of fact you’re my sunshine
your light is so damn bright
you make the average bitch go blind

word to Keyshia all my rainy days fade away
whenever you come around
i got my stunna shades on
cause you shine like that, it’s go’in down

i pray you never leave me
i wanna bear all of your seeds
together we’ll grow ‘em up wise and strong
we ain’t try’in to hear shit about some weeds

i said i want you to be my wisdom
and you can rule all night
i’ll get out and grind all day
then come home and give you all that good light

look hear shorty, i’m ready to commit to you
i don’t wanna be with any other
your all that i been look’in for
let’s lock it up and go tell your mother

tell your father, send a telegram
to the whole world let’s sing
i want everyone to know
and ohh yea, here, put on this gold ring