Nina Ross

We talk about Nina

We talk about Nina

We talk about Nina...Nina Ross

Ha ha ha ha ha

Check out this bizarre

Story that I got about this chick and her car

I met her at this bar in Philly called 'the mall'

True school party and I'm feelin like a star

I'm chilling with the boys

We out to make some noise

Searching for a misses, mission search & destroy

You know the hit & run

You smash then you dash

Or you could fall in love soon as you get that ass

But me I was just chillin'

That's really not my thing

Tonic with some lime and I'm scoping out the scene

Then I seen Miss Thing

I locked her in my sights

Vision of perfection, my obsession for the night

Is she black or she white

Or another slight mix?

Mexican or Asian, dark-skin white chick

I know that's my thing

I jumped on it quick

Thicker than a snicker, had to kick it to the miss

She said, "My name is Nina"

I said, "(spanish)

You know I'm a musician with a penchant for latinas"

She said, "That's cool I'm black,

South African in fact

I understand your Spanish but your accent is wack

Quick on the attack

I kept my composure

Should I fall back

Man, I pimped in closer

"My english is just fine

And your beauty is sublime

On this continent miss, you should constitute a dime

I'm cool with the rhyme, but slicker with the drag

In a few minutes, I'll be feelin on the ass"

For her, she just laughed, I caught her by surprise

I said, "I need directions

I'm lost in your eyes"

She fell for it guys

Hook, line and sinker

Now I start to feel like this chick's not a thinker

All attitude

No apptitude

Imagine her condition after she's had a few

We talk about Nina

We talk about Nina

We talk about Nina...Nina Ross

Bartender, bartender, come serve her up

And put it all on this card right here

(Word up)

I talk, I talk

She drank, she drank

And then she said something like, "I think,

I can't

Make it to my car, can you help me out?"

I said no prob, she kissed me on the mouth

She tasted like a mixture of one fifty one

And straight gasoline, but I'm not a picky one

I grabbed her coat, then I grabbed her keys

Then I grabbed her arm and said,"Ma`am could you please

Lead the way

(french)

This has got to be the best way for me to end the day

She looked better than the government check

It was her beauty not her booty, that's word to Mike Epps

You know I'm a Vet

So we marched and we stepped

She said, "I'm parked around the corner, it's the Benz on the left"

A benz, a benz?! Did this broad say a benz?!

It took everything I had for me to not call my friends

Or lose my lunch

But then all at once

This girl sobered up, like she was never drunk

She said, "That was all a front, Mr. Walk-Like-A-Man

Remember me a few years back, tour van?"

I stuttered, I stammered, I looked for the camera

And when I looked back, she was reachin' for the hammer

Pulled out the jammie, aimed it at my throat,

She yelled, "Stick em up!"

I said, "Stop, no don't!"

Pistol whipped me, then she hit me

Swept me off my feet quickly

Got me for my DS and my Sidekick 3

She made me stand up then she told me strip down

"What you gonna with that glowstick now?"

She opened up the truck

Made me crawl into it

About to squeeze the trigger, I said, "Please don't do it

50 paint balls, at point blank range

I flinched, I bled, I screamed out in pain

She said

"Remember my face

Consider this a message to the women you disgrace

You use us then abuse us anytime you feel horny

Then bounce, and leave a fake number in the morning"

I cried, apologized,

But as the tears started formin'

She laughed, blew a kiss and then she slammed the trunk on me