Child's Play** - Ghostface Killah

Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk

White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum

She had an ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn

Waist like a Coke bottles scoring

Pretty young thing loved the swings

At times she got my ding-a-ling hard

When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline

Open as she swung back, couldn’t help her dress blew back

Now held accountable right for my actions

Right before the Wallabee Champ was rocking Wallows

Drawing cards, sent her rap message through a bottle

Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines

Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins

Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss

Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off

Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth

Wherever God go will be Mrs. Cole

Girl’s so pretty, kids with little biddies hope the years go slow, slow

Surrounded by intelligence, life through education healthy minds will grow, grow

Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted, cursin out the cops

But still come and vibe with me

Everybody’s talking about Wu-Tang fronting

But you still telling lies to me

Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love

But having strung I suppose, here we go

It’s not the way she bubbed the gum

Shooked her ass, I’m not the one

Double dutch, waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son

Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7−80

Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me

Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on

Tahitian fresh berry tree, she’s a capricorn

I really liked the girl, had dreams about her

Thinking to myself some nights she got («louder»)

But hating, was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo

Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago

Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit

Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit, so I jumped in

Those were the days, made faces in school plays

Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days

Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller

Stapleton bum nigga, I’ll pop her cherry for her

Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets

Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum

Then engage him with them candy rings a-yo, I hit that shit

Got jealous when she kissed Rob

I broke her Chick-O-Sticks

Guys and girls

Y’all remember those days and shit

Girls walk around in school

One ponytail with the beret

Neck’s looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean

Those were the days right there

Boston Baked Beans, girls come to school with mad candy

YouknowhatImean

You’d just come in school for half days, and all that

Just to see that little girl right there,?

to this

Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean

May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean

Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G

That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean

Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean

Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean

A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean

That’s that real shit, G I miss those shits, man

I wanna go back to school, man

That’s my word, man

For real y’all, those were, those were the

Goddamn y’all, you remember