Chinese eyes and Chinese suits. Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots. More updated on the hip-hop lingo. My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo. Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card. You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte. Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne. They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man. Your face turns red as your glass of wine. You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time. Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum. Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum. With that big round butt of yours. I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'. Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'.