Cashmere Thoughts

Uh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry

Like a hymen, when I'm rhymin' with remarkable timin'

Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen

Spittin' venom up in the minds of young women

Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar

Might you remember, my shit is cold like December

Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere

Chromosomes make a **** Jigga, Jay-Z, lethal drugs

18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets

Words worth a million like I'm rappin' them through platinum teeth

I got the Grey Poupon, you've been warned

'Cause all beef returned well-done, filet mignon

The Don, smell of Don on my breath as I

Yawn (Slow), when you hoes try to con a pro

As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin' dough

Spittin' flow like fine wines down your earlobe

I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol

Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal

The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb

Then the predicate, with this rich **** rhetoric

I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole

I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know

From New York to Paris, the vocal styles vary

From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now

Notice the child swift like a Lotus

Focus on the loc', I be the greatest **** that wrote it

Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye

Yet I still feel the need to be fly

I did die, when I'm rappin' then slide like satin

You know the black got white china in the grand cabinet

I never cry if I did I'd cry ice

From my **** Sauce, I hit you with this advice

Life's short, so play hard and stick hard

And the only time you love them is when your dick hard, dick hard

Woo! (That's cashmere baby)

Nah, you know, that's just laid back man

(Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z)

Cashmere baby

(Motherfucking pimp that's what he be)

Cashmere baby

(It don't get no hotter than that baby)

Sho' yo right, sho' yo right

(Them **** know)

Check it out, check it out

Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin

Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and

I gotta keep your tricks intact

'Cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack, man

The star player, the golden bar layer

The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right

I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight?

Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right

I pimp hard on a trick, look

Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot