Warcloud

Strawberry Creme

Warcloud


(feat. Black Knights) 

[Intro: Warcloud] 
All you mad babies out there 
You beautiful young ladies, this one's for you 
Go out and shake ya little fanny, you fancy fuck 

[Chorus x2: Warcloud] 
Strawberry creme champagne's her last name 
Strawberry creme champagne's her last name 
Strawberry creme, strawberry creme 
Strawberry creme champagne's her last name 

[Warcloud:] 
Liqourice and ice cream, chocolate chip cookies 
She moves like the enchantress, vixens and belly dancers 
Nah, playboy, that's you, I'm cruisin' 
With a big bottle, cigarettes and groovin' 
Watch her sly movement, chicks can suck my boing-boing 
When we gonna join-join, back, flippin' a coin-coin 
Keep the pistol tuck-tuck, slap it like a truck-truck 
Glance at an elegant broad, wit a yuck-yuck 
His dirty luck-luck, pair neck to groovy 
I might go up to the roof wit pretty Suzy 
Or another cutie, keep my music spooky 
We touchin' mad tropical fruit, cold and juicy 
Watermelon waterfalls, teeny bikini bitches 
Silly, silly, silly, ice sunken treasure and riches 
Give a champ stitches, turn the place into Fight Club 
How many French maids does it take to screw in a light bulb? 
Classy model chicks, an apple martini 
I pour my champagne in a wine glass, wit peony 
L.A. hustle, might greet you with a knuckle 
And tongue kiss an actress makin' the place buckle 
Malt shots and roller-skates, caterpillars on mint leaves 
Malt shots and roller-skates, caterpillars on mint leaves 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
The bouncers give respect to the Black Knights vet 
Might rock the whole party wit a mic and cassette 
Apple stems and cherry pit, sweat a strawberry bitch 
Shaped like a vase full of Indigo pearls 
Pistol walk swiftly, ice cream on her pantyhose 
Ask me to dance, I drank and dropped a sandy rose 
Bowl of cherry Cola, evening at the club house 
Black Knight berserkers, crowds is givin' love out 
Might just rub out, some that look thugged out 
Deep in the party, knuckles on the bar 
Ice cold drinks, chewin' Malaysian bubble gum 
Miniskirt Mom, lyrics'll they will trouble some 
Bodies lay in the hall, a bloody ball 
The flying birds now all fall, I stand tall 
Cashews and walnuts, loungin' lavender lime light 
An apple full of sour gummy worms, you couldn't rhyme right 

[Chorus x2] 

[Crisis:] 
Sexy bitch, yo, you beautiful, do you know what I'd do to you? (What?) 
All the above, you incredible, lookin' edible (for real?) 
Girl you look like a meal in small bills 
That's my brother Monk, maybe him and ya girl can build 

[Monk:] 
Casually step this, splashin', I the rugged Monk-Monk 
This fine bitch glance, while dance, she backed it up-up 
Amazed by my swift high pitch, she got stuck-stuck 
Henny off the breath from the bar, fo' sho, I'm drunk-drunk (so what's 
crackin'?) 

[Crisis:] 
Beds and backboards, whatever you ask for 
Except kisses, hay and cash, what more can you ask for? 
Oh yeah, only time I go raw is the jaw (where we about to go?) 
Well shit, we rollin' wit ya'll 

[Monk:] 
So what's ya name? (Champagne) 

[Crisis:] 
And yours (Elaine) 

[Monk:] 
You'se a fly dame (hop in) 
We poppin', I got the black box, go raps, let's go to Compton 
Mistress crack a travel live, room 212, my entourage 
It's waitin' 

[Crisis:] 
Patiently, damn this remy martin's makin' me see double 
That and the weed made me stumble out the vehicle 
Didn't let the ho see it though 
And that nigga Monk, rollin' up some more weed to smoke