I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Asian...
Who after, weekend occasions, sneak into Days In...
I'm never...tweakin off hazin, frequently blazin,
If they ain't on ya face, they ain't the cheeks that I stays in...
Can't Deny It...It used to take weeks of persuasion,
Now I just be starin down, at these freaks in amazement.
Wit a girl...the first thing I peep, or notice...
Is how full her lips is, and deep, her throat is...
shyt was randomly in my head yesterday as I was downloading that Soul Tape 2. Fab obviously regressed a lot, but they forgetting early Fab (200-2004) was NOT to be fukked with, on wordplay, double entendres, punchlines, flow, or wittiness/charisma.
ONLY reason I still got respect for this nikka in his weaker, more current form.