"Jellyfish" lyrics

[Ghostface Killah:]
Ay yo
Here's a little story ghetto love situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big ass big brains and straight out the hood

Yo
Ay yo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
Had a 2-o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song
She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl
I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin
See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin
But Dawn is quick to bust a bitch ass and shit
See she did 12 months over a ratchet
Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit
Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it
It was classic
Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap
Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
White, furry thing
Diamond cut like Johnny Lex collar attached
Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, 'cause crazy stacks
Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring
Take naps, near her jewelry box, she play with all the rings
And when she step out the tub it's like an ill flick
Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit
Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin Asti (piemonte)
She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams Dawn

[Cappadonna:]
Ay yo, she gotta be gone
Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn
Holding my taffy down when I'm gone
Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes
That's why I'm eatin her candy and suckin her toes
Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like what's goin on
On some Marvin Gaye shit like lets get it on
Sugar, let's get it on
Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me
She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me
I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her
I spend the weekend on her
We on the block when the bills start creepin on her
She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the Vickys
And a fly aviator the color of sky
God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes
Mad respect with the fat thighs
She busts guns for the revolution
Would straight leave her if she prostituting
Yo my girls the bomb. Intelligent mind, sky-blue Louis Vuitton
Leg muscles, deep dimples
Body is soft she smell fresh like a new-born
Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on
The sunshine for my quiet storm
Keepin the food warm when I'm gone
It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
Hit me up baby girl, P.S. Cappadon'

[Trife da God:]
Ay yo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3-o'clock appointment with this girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
Ass off the meter, Eva-Mendes look, strut like a diva
Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holding condoms!
'Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin decent, velour suit with the camel-toe print
Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you know that Jen'll ride

[Shawn Wiggs:]
Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn it's the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood