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

Coupla Ridez

I got that granny smith apple underneath that glass
With that brown ostrich leather underneath my ass
Lacquered Black Forest on the wheel and the dash
And a hot rock thrower tucked away in the stash

Them chrome J’s on my wide body say MoMo
And my tint is so dark it’s kinda like limo
A lot of people ride coup but I love my 4 doe
I got room for erbody, even the shakers on the low

But don’t get me wrong, I got a coupe called SnowBunny
‘Cause she white on white and love to drop her top when it’s sunny
I ride her with a grin but ain’t a damn thing funny
That bitch got a 454 and she love to drink money

So she my Sunday afternoon thang when it’s time to move around
She got Godzilla in the trunk; they all hear me comm'in down
I like to ride her to the green house to pick an O, maybe a pound
I split, dump, stuff, and burn...man I’m big dipper bound

GoodMorning

i woke up this morning and Kanye’s girl was blow’ in trees
so i stepped outside and caught a sticky-icky breeze
we had a conversation about the birds and the bees
and the next thing i knew she was scuff’ in up her knees

i sat back and closed my eyes as Windy blew my mind
and as soon as she was done i asked to press rewind
now this type of morning shit goes on all of the time
but the only problem is that it’s always in my mind

M.I.A. “Paper Planes” inspired short

I’m fly like Virgin, stay high like the sun
When I kick in Japan, I’m SupaDupa Ichiban
When the shortys step up to me, I beat ‘em like BigPun
That used to be your chick, now she’s my mommasan

All I wanna do is:
Cutt-cutt, stab-stab, slice-slice, get it-get it and feed that kitty
All I wanna do is:
Cutt-cutt, stab-stab, slice-slice, get it-get it and feed that kitty

bittersweet

This morning I found out that my wife was not going to have twins; we were expecting twins since the first Dr. visit. She is about five months along now. One of the babies died at about 3 and ½ months. The one that is there is a healthy boy. I am torn between joy and excitement for a new son, and sadness for the loss. Don’t know if the other one was a boy or girl; it has to stay until the boy is born. As morbid as it sounds, it would be too risky to attempt to remove it. I feel for my dear wife, although she is in good spirits.

At this moment I’m gone off the green and alcohol,
I’m feel’in kinda numb and I wanna tell all yall
that, Supa gone be alright,
one day at a time, but I’ma get throwed tonight.
It’s about leventhirty and I’m sipp’in on some brown liquor,
contemplating on roll’in next cigarillo a bit thicker
than the last one, in fact it was the second one of the day,
I gotta say
it aint that good good that them rappers like to sing about,
but this shit here shoenuff got the Supa stout.
So keep us in your prayers if you know what I’m talk’in bout
And holla at your boy and let know about the burn out…

Sade made me think it

I was listening to Sade earlier tonight and something came to me...Wanna hear it here it goes:

if you were mine…bitch if you were mine…i wouldn’t have to go…out at night…
i cherish your beauty...and you got a big booty...when i see you pump'in gass...i gotta stop, and admire that ass...
i cherish your big mouth...big as the whole SOUTH...when we alone at your house...you put it on me and i cum like the mail...
it don't rhym but what the hell...my joint get's hard from the smell,
of your perfume...
or is it your cat mixed and the cronic???
either way i go bionic, then i blend that pussy like them shakes from Sonic...
i keep you open 'til midnight, but most often later...
that tat on your back reads "Supa Dupa, there ain't non greater..."
tell yo girl don't be a hater...i got enough to go around...i'll holla at her later...
and put it on her like a tripple fat goose in the middle of a snow storm...
my joint is feel'in right, cause little momma's throat warm

Word to Bun

Some of my sweets are tight and some are kinda fucked-up
But they all blow like wind, so killa flowers burn up...