No Word

Yo, this is mellow but smooth
So it's only right, that I say somethin' right

It was a Friday, and I was on the scene
Gettin' wiz-a-fied, which is a daily routine
Cruisin' with Dominique, pumpin' the AC
Saw a slimmy, and started lookin' out for the Jimmy
But whattaya know, next to us pulled a 5.0
And drivin' it was-a good to go
A female, fresher than hell, couldn't be stale
So I knew the next thing I said "had to prevail"
So I rolled down the window said "what's up man?"
She said "up, back up I don't know ya from Adam"
I was nutted, and Dominique start laughin'
People ran up to the car for autographs and
All of a sudden her expression changed
A smile went on her face and she asked my name
She said "excuse my rudeness, I really like to meet ya"
Oh now I get the rap right
ABC-Ya!
Instead of a conversation
She got dust in her lungs from acceleration
It's one thing to know, or wanna talk
But to this find out, what's up, and wanna hug?
("Get up outta here!")
That there is absurd, peace through ya baby
'Cause I ain't got no words

ABC-Ya! (No words)
ABC-Ya!

Now everyone I meet, and greet, they talk BS
Girlies wanna hang just 'cause I'm the EST
Don't get me wrong, females are allowed
But all this singin' is the ("greatest man alive")
And when it's cold outside, I wanna come and get warm
Now throw on the beat and get rough and preform
On the telephone talkin' bout kissin' and huggin'
And then I hear "just say hi to my cousin"
Now that's buggin', the way I'm livin' is grown
So you're off on your own and conversate with the dial tone
And that's the way the dealings is dealt
I'd rather sleep, drink, eat, and chill by myself
We're on tour (cash money)
Gettin' green galore
Much gear to wear but no one to look good for
Young teens, readin' magazines
Gettin' parts in their hair, and wearin' ripped jeans
All because their favorite rapper be sporting' 'em
So they go buy the tape, root 'em on and support 'em
Thinkin' all here's you gotta do is rap and get paid
Not a care in the world because they got it made
But a home ain't a house unless you got a spouse
That'll care and be there and show ya what love's about
Hangin' out, stayin' out and gettin' high as a bird
It's like small talk, but I ain't got no words

ABC-Ya! (No words)
ABC-Ya! (No words)
ABC-Ya! (No words)
ABC-Ya!

Maturity, not necessarily purity
Just a young lady bein' good to me
That's the moral, the meaning, the theme
Sometimes seem like the impossible dream
Chuck nice and will feel the same as I
We want a woman to be true, and never lie
Bust a sketch, I could be on tour
And not another brother will walk through the door
Now that's what I'm kickin'
'Cause I'm no magician and I ain't about trickin'
C'mon baby don't hesitate
I'm impatient, love won't let me wait
Don't front on your passion
Jump in and fasten the seatbelt
For when full impact is felt
'Cause I'mma do ya righteous
And after a couple minutes you'll say "ooh, I like this"
And if not, then I'm doin' the bird
Strict peace and I'm outtie, whatcha heard
If I can't be first, say second through third
'Cause what you're sayin' is dear
And I ain't got no words

Girls thinkin' they cute about money and loot
With much gift to shoot, push the button on mute
'Cause I ain't got time in the rhyme to define
All the things that make love a crime
Ridin' with him, sleepin' with them
Givin' a trim, laughin' like they got things on him
Gettin' D in tha G 'til they can't even talk
With a wild, wild, west, John Wayne walk
More beef than willies
Friendlier than Phillies
Gettin' tagged in a jag we'll bust in a Benzie
Lined up, in a row where the fly people go
They never take it slow, up at, the plateau
They sport Pelle and Italian-made handbags
Whatever happened to Marv and the Slow Drags?
Rolls-Royce, Gladys Knight & the Pips
Heatin' up house parties, grippin' on hips
In the 90's now, so make yourself look nice
In the same day you go to work twice
From 9 to 5 and from 6 to whenever
To satisfy someone who ain't all that clever
Me spend G's for a skeeze, absurd
I got a thorough main girl, so I ain't got no words