The Crush

This is not a love song.  Naa. 

  [Verse 1:] 
  I had a crush on Tawanda she went to IS230 
  Figure eight she was so curvy 
  Had an arch in her back with mad jewelery 
  Every Neanderthal wanted that cutie 
  Good complexion not too thin 
  She got the baddest trim 
  I ain't talking about her hair cut 
  She worked at my man's job 
  She made 11th grader's wanna cradle rob 
  She got the sweet potato, I got the corn on the cob 
  Tuck your shirt in she don't take no slobs 
  If you saw her smile, she had a bad attitude and a wicked profile 
  Gorgeous face and a nice style, it make you say "Damn you can have my 
  Child" 
  Got me thinking all this is worth my while 
  With my head in the clouds screaming loud 

  [Chorus:] 
  I got a love Jones, for your body and your skin tone 
  Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone 
  Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own 
  So you can sit by the throne [x2] 

  [Verse 2:] 
  She looked good in the winter, better in the summer 
  I met her at the bus stop, she gave me her number 
  Sometimes we would go out and then slumber 
  She me yours, I'll show you mine (She lift up her sweater) 
  Back then no girl could do better 
  I really dug Karen, or was it Annetta 
  Or was it Vanessa, Stacey or Tracie 
  I didn't like Jessica, she was too spacey 
  Mia's got attitude, Janice got her tittie out 
  Missy's gay, Via's got her ass out 
  But Melissa's on the bed drinking wine 
  Don't hate on me Pa, I got pimp designs 

  [Chorus] 

  [Verse 3:] 
  Pink cookies in a plastic bag getting crushed by the empire states 
  Come on baby why wait 
  Let's make whoopee today 
  I'm a Frankenstein valentine (how's that) 
  Caus I can separate my heart from my mind 
  You were to emotional and then about 3 seconds I'm about to go postal 
  In other words, crazy nigga with a gun 
  I got a crush on you but you ain't the one 
  She was using sex as a weapon 
  Her aim was precise it kept me guessing 
  It kept me stepping 
  I was on my toes until I learnt my lesson 
  My man tried to tell me I was slippin (slippin man) 
  I ain't even no I was trippin 
  But this is not a love song 
  Well, maybe it is 
  Maybe I'm frontin 
  Why don't you pull my card 
  If the deuce is wild, I'll let down my guard 

  [Chorus]