Artist: Masta Killa
Album:  Made in Brooklyn
Song:   Nehanda & Cream
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: girl (another girl) {Masta Killa}]
{Yeah, son.. heh-heh.. pussies ain't shit, dig?}
Damn, they had us waiting outside for like an hour
See that's why I don't be fucking with clubs {what you drinking?}
(Yeah, that fat ass bouncer, he was acting like a dick)
I need a drink (me too, what you getting to drink?) {what you smoking? Oh}
I think I'mma get me a Sex on a Beach (that sounds good
Let me get two orders of Sex on a Beach)
Yo, did I tell you what happened with Tameka and her man? (No what happened)
Yo, he go ahead and fuck with her sister, yo (Word? Oh that's fucked up)
{I'm ready to get the fuck outta here}
Yeah, I would of fucked that nigga up (niggas ain't shit)
Yo, they sure aint, they may taking long with our drinks (yeah, they sure are
Look at that nigga over there, he look good) Who there?
(Over there in the corner, by the speaker, you don't see him?)
Yo, he aight... (look at nigga looking all serious
He might have a nice sized dick I can do some squats on)
Yo, you crazy, but you might be right (mm-hmm
Ooh, they playing that shit..) Uh-oh, uh-oh
(I wanna go over there and dance with him, come with me)
Yo, you crazy, I ain't going over there (come on, don't be like that
I don't wanna go by myself) Ight, we'll go...
{We in the flavor, chamber number nine, chamber number...}

[Masta Killa]
We'd like to send this out to Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan
The Bronx, Harlem, and the Island of Staten
Just a dedication, to radio station, DJ's across the nation
The East is in the house tonight, hold your ladies tight
For a little love, ah queen, get ya head right
She stood about 5'3", sexy as she wanna be, me
I'm in the cut, and didn't think she could see
She approached politely, and asked, could I assist
In a dance, with her and her sis, how can I resist?
An offer so grand, she said they need a man to stand
While they lock hands, sounds like a plan
With your golden sun tan, her sister's like a pecan brown
She from uptown, little sister strokin' my back
I'm in the middle with the two-step, keeping it simple
On and on and on, party til we break, yeah

[Chorus: Masta Killa]
We get drunk, and we stay high
We known to take money, and keep the fam fly
Guns still bust, so please don't try
All my ladies, spread butterfly, throw ya hands high

[Masta Killa]
Yeah, you rolling with the live from Brooklyn, it's the Squad
Hard hitting, bass slitting, gun toting
They let them niggas in the party? Damn, they gon' fuck it up
Brothers ain't the brothers, since how we came up
Rough tough from the city, pretty ass passed
Strung, hung herself young, when I think back sometimes
I wanna roll one, just blow one and sit back
Unwind, kill a little time, you know

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
So peace, happy physical day, if it's your birthday
More power moves to make, cake to take
Be thankful for the food you ate, let's celebrate
People on the ecstasy, please don't O.D.
It's really not healthy for your body and mind
Come wine-wine... pretty young ladies let your mind float
To another place, taste the raw dope
Track is like coke, niggas slingin' soap
Come here, to what I wrote, loc'....