True Honey Buns (Dat Freak Shit)

I'm reclinin' out West, maxin' at the ress

Pressed to see my cutie that I call to come caress me

Desperate pooh, unavailable to check this

Not into masturbatin' you 'cause that's some other shit

Since I had hit the dry spell I figured I'd manicure my nails

Then, out the blue, I'm interrupted by the bell

It was K talkin' 'bout D

C'mon, let's bounce tonight, Wu-Tang's preformin' at the Fever

And I got the backstage passes, VIP status

The afterparty's at the Marriott, we in the night like Gladys

Cool, I can do with that

Give me forty-five so I can wash the pussy cat

And marinade the body, hoppin' Mizrahi

Tighten up the afro and turn to super hottie

I tell you what, I'll hit you up soon as I'm ready

When I see your Mitsubishi out front, we jettin'

True honey buns wanna have fun

Unlike a chick who settle for the hit and run, yeah

To all the girls, do what you gotta do

But it ain't what you do, it's how you do it, you do it

Arrivin' at the club like 11:45, scenery was live

Mob like a three-two center outside, the whole shebang

You know how Philly hang, come time, they get extravagant

While I was sidetrackeded by the glamour and the glitz

Key was chattin' with the bouncer, tellin' him we on the list

Within a split second, we escorted through congestion

Routine friction, metal detection

All clear as air, no question

So we grabbed Kahluas at the bar and head towards the dance section

No hesitation, breeze into the back

In the green room where the celebrities was at

That's when the propaganda began to emerge

Star stud event must trigger hoochie alerts

'Cause Kia went berserk, Diggy low at first

Subtle body language, actin' like a flirt

Tongue stickin' out with the baby doll pout

Talkin' all loud, I'm like what's this all about?

Here come the raw maneuver, lewder than imagined

Kia aimin' for attention, strivin' for it with a passion

Slips out her sarong, started dancin' in her thongs

Like a bootie song was on, I said sis, you know you wrong

See, you the reason nigs be screamin' bitches, hoes, and tricks

I don't believe you goin' out on that Adina Howard shit

Don't you think these **** think you hotter than the sun?

Even if they talk to you, they wanna hit and run

And if you schemin' on the cream, boo, you ain't gettin' none

You played form the door with that nut shit you done

Then she don' look at me and say "Yo, chill, whatever

I thought you was my peeps," I said I thought you was together

Your actions bounce on all these chicks in here like a reflector

I'm tryna school you sis, it's plain that you don't know no better

But I'm not the one to judge, so do what you gotta do

But it ain't what you do, it's how you do it, you do it

Yo, true honey buns wanna have fun

Unlike a chick who settle for the hit and run, yeah

To all the girls, do what you gotta do

But it ain't what you do, it's how you do it, you do it