Honeycomb - 9th Prince

Boy you’re something.

You give me something, got me so high

(You my Honeycomb)

Aiyyo, aiyyo

We can make love from midnight to sunshine

5'6'' with brown eyes, a ghetto love I analyze

No more fantasize, she caught me by surprise

Like the attacks, a terrorist bombing, against American allies

Thin waist, nice thighs, brown sugar, ya love got me high

Stimulate mothers and daughters, sisters and wives

Woman got 9 lives, from New York to Ocean Drive

You a part of my life, it’s much deeper than just being my wife

Grocery shopping at Shop Rite, giving me stares on spotlight

I got a «Love Jones» for pretty poems

Your voice massage my ears, on touch tone phones

«Honeycombs» and lead bones, she respect my gangster like Al Capone

Come enter my zone, my bedroom’s my throne, get ya back blown

9th Prince like Aaliyah «Rockin' Ya Boat»

'til you can’t moan, I’m touchin' ya bone

Man in the wilderness, only ya love can heal this

Real people feel this, you got the cure for my «Sickness»

A little wickedness got me curious

Baby girl I’m serious, ain’t nuttin' delirious

I’m furious like the streets of Los Angeles

She stayed away from the scandalous

12 o’clock midnight, candle-light dinner

Good girl pretender got a ass like Brenda

Sex and champagne on the agenda

Hit it by the fire-place in the winter

Breakin' down ya walls and ya center of ya body

Seen you at the Roxy

Girlfriend callin' me ice-man cause my chain is icy

It shines real bright in the light

Call up Reverand Run, we gettin' married tonight

You see me up at cheetahs, mingling with the stars

Let’s take a stroll in the park, hold hands

Get our freak on while we on the monkey bars

She knows one day I’mma blow

I be strokin' to our favorite song on the radio

Victoria Secret flow

You smell like a red-rose, Bacardi and Alize

Ya love got me drunker than a whino, we can make our own pornos

She posed, no clothes, representin' Mahogany Queen

Still not a ho yo, you my «Honeycomb»