It was like a dream she walked like a beauty queen,
I'm nineteen and steady coming up on the scene,
Vocal tone clear, brown eyes and brown hair,
Skin tone was fair, 9-carats in the ear,
Looking at my watched I slowly clock,
The way she's elegant and sipping Martini on the rocks,
Trying to figure out why she's so slamming,
My eyes are scanning taking my time to examine,
Her profile, eyes connect for a while,
Her face turns away with a casual smile,
No question I've got to get all up in her zone,
I ain't taking no jive about you're not on the phone,
I want your number, your mothers, our pager, your crew,
And if you've got a man I'll take his number too,
And tell him straight up to his face,
Your girl's mine like Michael, so all the time you spend is a waste,
And if he tries to stress me in any which way,
I'll call him up and this is what Consist will say,
I've never seen you that's why we never had no beef (trouble)
You're like a b**** talking with no teeth I'll make this brief,
It's over, unlucky like a three leave clover,
You're dogged you out like Rover,
And it's a shame because now you've got nothing to say,
And we're smooth like fromage frais.
CHORUS (X2)
IF YOUR GIRL LOOKS GOOD HELL YEAH IS WHAT YOU SAY
SWEET ON THE RHYTHM LIKE FROMAGE FRAIS
DO YOU TREAT HER WITH RESPECT? NO DOUBT
d*** THE FELLA'S ALL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
VERSE TWO
b***ermilk and s** and the Q.O.D. (Queen of diamonds)
Soul silly and Billie got his jazz CD in my collection,
Close like best friends,
And at weekends she calls me at nine PM,
No problemo d*** here we go,
Your boyfriend is trying to step and kill my flow,
So what makes you think you can test this?
You claim to have game; ok your mom bought you Tetris,
But when it comes to beef (trouble) I ain't the one,
To try and shun although I'm only twenty years young,
And when it comes to girls it no fight,
But we wouldn't have this problem if you treated her right,
Now you're begging for a second chance trying to get the last dance,
Whilst I cunningly romance,
You glance with your jealous eye thinking yo she looks fly,
Then you have to ask yourself why,
Hackney street soldier baseball cap,
My two occupations is my girl and rap,
So kid shut your trap because she calling my name,
Funky DL Consist it's all the same,
I'm Genuine I can make her holler,
You say she's still your girl, why's her lipstick on my collar?
Silence! I've got something to say,
She makes me feel kind of sweet like fromage frais.
CHORUS (X2)
I'm nineteen and steady coming up on the scene,
Vocal tone clear, brown eyes and brown hair,
Skin tone was fair, 9-carats in the ear,
Looking at my watched I slowly clock,
The way she's elegant and sipping Martini on the rocks,
Trying to figure out why she's so slamming,
My eyes are scanning taking my time to examine,
Her profile, eyes connect for a while,
Her face turns away with a casual smile,
No question I've got to get all up in her zone,
I ain't taking no jive about you're not on the phone,
I want your number, your mothers, our pager, your crew,
And if you've got a man I'll take his number too,
And tell him straight up to his face,
Your girl's mine like Michael, so all the time you spend is a waste,
And if he tries to stress me in any which way,
I'll call him up and this is what Consist will say,
I've never seen you that's why we never had no beef (trouble)
You're like a b**** talking with no teeth I'll make this brief,
It's over, unlucky like a three leave clover,
You're dogged you out like Rover,
And it's a shame because now you've got nothing to say,
And we're smooth like fromage frais.
CHORUS (X2)
IF YOUR GIRL LOOKS GOOD HELL YEAH IS WHAT YOU SAY
SWEET ON THE RHYTHM LIKE FROMAGE FRAIS
DO YOU TREAT HER WITH RESPECT? NO DOUBT
d*** THE FELLA'S ALL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
VERSE TWO
b***ermilk and s** and the Q.O.D. (Queen of diamonds)
Soul silly and Billie got his jazz CD in my collection,
Close like best friends,
And at weekends she calls me at nine PM,
No problemo d*** here we go,
Your boyfriend is trying to step and kill my flow,
So what makes you think you can test this?
You claim to have game; ok your mom bought you Tetris,
But when it comes to beef (trouble) I ain't the one,
To try and shun although I'm only twenty years young,
And when it comes to girls it no fight,
But we wouldn't have this problem if you treated her right,
Now you're begging for a second chance trying to get the last dance,
Whilst I cunningly romance,
You glance with your jealous eye thinking yo she looks fly,
Then you have to ask yourself why,
Hackney street soldier baseball cap,
My two occupations is my girl and rap,
So kid shut your trap because she calling my name,
Funky DL Consist it's all the same,
I'm Genuine I can make her holler,
You say she's still your girl, why's her lipstick on my collar?
Silence! I've got something to say,
She makes me feel kind of sweet like fromage frais.
CHORUS (X2)