The Ballad Of Cradle Rob And Me
Saw Cradle playin' in the schoolyard one day
Pretty young boy-I takes him home to play
Soon we was hangin'-Venice alleyway
Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Rob and me lived on the same block
He's kinny garden
I in knee socks
He goin' play doctor over by the docks
Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Cradle's still fresh in junior high
Rob ain't so fresh at fourteen
Me, I was just the last word
Ooh have you heard the heresay
I was robbin' the cradle
No, it wasn't that way
I 'member one day back in seventy-four
When Cradle's mamma said it wasn't cute no more
I was three years too old for her to ignore
She said I was robbin' the cradle
But it was Cradle Rob and me
We hung around about a year after that
'Til Rob found another girl to put his hair in plaits
And I said, "Girl, don't you worry me
And we'll have none of that"
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
Crae's semi fresh in college now
Rob ain't so fresh at nineteen
Me I'm still the last word
Ooh have your heard the heresay
I was robbin' the cradle-no-it wasn't that way
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
Pretty young boy-I takes him home to play
Soon we was hangin'-Venice alleyway
Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Rob and me lived on the same block
He's kinny garden
I in knee socks
He goin' play doctor over by the docks
Robbin' the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Cradle's still fresh in junior high
Rob ain't so fresh at fourteen
Me, I was just the last word
Ooh have you heard the heresay
I was robbin' the cradle
No, it wasn't that way
I 'member one day back in seventy-four
When Cradle's mamma said it wasn't cute no more
I was three years too old for her to ignore
She said I was robbin' the cradle
But it was Cradle Rob and me
We hung around about a year after that
'Til Rob found another girl to put his hair in plaits
And I said, "Girl, don't you worry me
And we'll have none of that"
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
Crae's semi fresh in college now
Rob ain't so fresh at nineteen
Me I'm still the last word
Ooh have your heard the heresay
I was robbin' the cradle-no-it wasn't that way
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
Robbin' the cradle-no-Cradle Rob and me
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Writer(s): Mary C Brockert, Jill D. Jones
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