True HollyWood Stories - Ransom

Now throughout my humble career, I’ve dated a couple famous models

My friends say with your luck, you need to play the lotto

Now say the motto, money over, that’s immature

This little whore, half black and half Singapore

Thing was pure, skin mocha, trim sculpture

Curse like a sailor, but honey was still cultured

She wore bandannas and swore she was gang bangin'

But, real people knew the facade she was maintainin' up

That ain’t what’s up, but I’m always down for a famous fuck

Approached her at this gala see if she came to bluff

Kanye’s 30th, Louie Vuitton store

The top floor, custom suits tailored by Tom Ford

«Encore, do you want more?

Cookin' raw with this Brooklyn boy» was playin'

I got this two step goin', I’m lookin' marvelous

Seen her comin' towards me, damn, I could I start this shit

She comin' weird on some awkward shit

She told me «here, come and spark this spliff»

Stepped in the dark with Miss, she started grabbin' all this dick

And I’m like, «damn, how did she start this quick?

Let’s get up out this bitch» («bring it on like this»)

Now we headed to the Lexus

Stop me dead in my tracks talkin' some private jet shit

Had a shoot in L.A., Christian Dior press kits

Wanted me to fly, that pussy must got a death wish

Long story short, end up in Beverly Hills

I gave her heavenly thrills while playin' Stephanie Mills

Call my nigga Stef, gave Stefan the spill

«Yo, you would never guess who I just blessed in the Hills?

my nigga, I’m that blatant»

He said, «I know her, she stayin' with ««You talkin' 'bout the actor?», «Yeah nigga, the actor»

«Well, he gon' believe that his girl’s fuckin' this rapper»

Came back in the room, shorty lookin' confused

A mist in the air, like what the fuck is these fumes?

She foamin' at the mouth, this is truly concernin'

It’s like a Pulp Fiction, but she ain’t a Uma Thurman

I’m thinkin' to myself like, «what I do to deserve this?»

She live the wild life, let’s leave this cougar deserted

I yell, «I'm out», this plan’s aborted

25 to life in the prison, I can’t afford it

Her eyes rolled back like sex with the last stroke

Grab coat, exit left, right through that crack smoke

That’s close, too close if you ask me

Got this bitch livin' lavish, how stupid can be?

Now I’m back in my pad in front of the flat screen

Like, I hope they don’t say where this woman was last seen

Right, this the type of shit you couldn’t pay for admission

Somethin' told me don’t go, wasn’t able to listen

Turn to FOX 5, you know they play with the system

Said she had a mild stroke, and she’s in a stable condition

Yeah, fuckin' right

That bitch smoke crack, I was right there

How you gon' tell me?

Fuckin' stroke