Walking through the park with my favorite girl,
Thinking 'bout busting nuts like crazy squirrels,
Run across my boy, cooling hard by the liquor store,
He gives me a slap and then he calls himself a whore,
I mean the Mack Daddy, Grand Exaulted Papa Pooba, Super Hoe, Super Sperm,
Knocking boots with crazy women, call him Mister Firm,
Yeah, that's my boy, and he tells me a story about the girls that he had last night,
Two women, fly as can be,
Dancing in the club, and they walk up to B,
So he grabs one by the hair and to the other he quotes:
"Would you like some beer, or my tongue down your throat?"
I say "Hold up B., is this true, you ain't lying?"
He looks me straight, and says "If I'm lying, I'm dying."
So I give him respect and then slip him a five,
So he can buy me a 40 and then continue his jive,
40's in hand, down the block we keep walking,
Knowing this is the life, and these are some of my favorite things.
We hop on the train feeling sorta kinda happy,
Hide my hair under my hat 'cause growing dreads gets kinda nappy,
Gettiing funny looks from people 'cause we're dressed to step out,
Plus the beer in our system makes us shout, no doubt,
Get of the train at the club and we walk by the crowd,
'Cause I know this guy inside with crazy clout, anyhow,
I step to the DJ booth say "What Up?" to my man,
Tell him I wanna dance, could he throw on Rakim?
Down the ladder I go to hunt for my girl to dance,
My boy walks up to me with two beers in his hands,
Gives them both to me, and says "Beer's on the house,
Who do you know in here man?", I say "You know I got clout."
Find a girl give her a beer and start grinding up to her,
Smile nice at her, so she knows there's nothing to fear,
Tell her "I'll be back." 'cause I gotta pee,
The DJ slips on a new cut, whaddya know, it's me!
People grooving on the floor to my latest local single,
As I step into the bathroom I hear my funky dope jingle,
Back to the floor, bass makes my ears start to ring,
But I dance with a girl, knowing these are my favorite things.,
The club closes at two, one forty-five by my watch,
One last visit to the DJ to tell him that he's top-notch,
Find B. on a barstool kissing with this girl,
Put my hand on his back, and ask him where in the world
is he going tonight, and does he need a ride?
I got crazy cab fare, and I'm feeling kinda tired,
My boy looks at me funny and tells me "It's early,"
Asks me "Where are you going, and yo, where is your girl, G?"
I say "Oh snap, I left her on the dance floor!"
The DJ announces that he's going to play just one more,
So I groove to the stage to see where she is at,
She's still dancing to the beat, and I'm feeling like a mack,
So I step over to her and take her by the hand,
Say "Girl, let me take you to a far away land."
She laughs and says "Boy, stop being smooth."
But she doesn't let go at the end of the groove,
Calling it a night we retire for the evening,
She pulls me to her close and whispers "These are my favorite things."
- Spike Satori
