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    Default Not Your Average Girl - Track Review

    Not Your Average Girl

    The Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City

    Ghostface Killah

    Scram Jones

    (Ghostface Killah)

    From the blocking, to the dropping
    I need a girl that's stacking and popping
    When I come in late, she's not clocking
    Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
    Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook
    Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book
    Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
    French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
    Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
    Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel?
    Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me
    Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy
    Whoa, somebody let her know up in here
    He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear
    I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear
    Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year



    I'm not your average girl
    I be your Bonnie right beside you
    No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah
    I'm not your average girl
    See me without you is unlikely
    Them other bitches they night like me, oh, wow

    (Ghostface Killah)

    You can have keys to the boat, money follow me
    I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice
    That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt
    Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
    Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R.
    Luggage with a big black tan
    Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you?
    Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful
    Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies
    Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy
    Tugging on my jacket 'til the lights come on
    We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm
    That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up
    In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up
    Nagging 'til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo
    Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up




    Baby, baby, don't waste your towel
    Looking any further cuz the girl is ours
    Holds it down for you, any place, any time
    You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that
    Fly girl, rider, just say the word
    Anything pop off, it's us against the world
    Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl

    (Ghostface Killah)

    Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story
    Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal
    All them other little players ain't as half as real
    They just wanna get up in you like Mass & Gill
    But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey
    Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me
    All my real ladies, put your hands up
    Holla at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up

    [Chorus x2]
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