i was sitting at the stop light
in my car, rolled down the window
when this driver pulled on side of me
she offered me some endo(nah im cool)
i told her that i didnt smoke but i thanked her for the offer
i thought i might just ask her name, instead i made a left
Hawthorne and La Cienega
cant front, i was into her
and she offered me a blunt, damn i wish i smoked indica
see i remember her from the center of Beverly
she was heavenly, still on my mind from a while back
she had a smile that, shook the clouds off the sun
a set of lovely lips that made me fumble my tongue
hair up in a bun, up under a cap
she was a down low beauty, see i like em like that
she kept it on the low, but high enough to see
she made me feel special, like she did it all for me
ot much up top, i would say about a B
her pants hugged her frame, made me wanna know her name
but ive never been the type to step up and spit game
in a mall full of women that were beggin for attention
fake eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensions
she walked through my dreams, then she cut through the scene
my name is sluggo, i live on the seventh floor
i live upstairs from you, im the one you try to ignore
if you hear music late at night
some kind of party, some kind of life
just dont call the cops on me
girl come upstairs and talk to me
she got the facial piercing, half done sleeve work
game cashed in, reaction, knee-jerk
drama control, functional alcoholic
the barbie doll skirt, professional flirt
she go karma, karma, karma chameleon hair color
machette personality carry a pair cutter
talk a lot of shit, walk like an Egyptian
loves to sleep with no favorite position
about 5'6", nice lips make her life hips
tough soul, she fuck slow and fight quick
with the eyeball daggers, walk with a swagger
i know you got troubles but it dont really matter
from what i gather we should verse
lets trade expressions, see who move first
leisurely come speak to me
see life is like a song can you keep the beat, it goes
instead i made a left