Dear R&B lyrics

by

Killah Priest


[Intro: 9th Prince]
Yeah, this is for all, my n*ggas locked down
Ya'll know what it is, you know, pictures on the wall
Nahwhatimean, fantasizing about all kinds of b*tches and sh*t
You know, word up, models, actresses, you know what it is, knowhatimean?

[9th Prince]
Yo, Dear Beyonce, I fantasize about you every night
Therefore I'm sending you a kite
I'm working out, reading books, trying to get the body and mind right
What up with Kelly? Word on the street, she was sleeping with Nelly
I heard it from my cellie
Paparazzi spotted them, coming out of a telly
But anyway, I seen your videos, "Deja Vu"
"Ring the Alarm", "To the Left" had me illing yo
You the illest chick, I got all your flicks
Forget Trina, you the baddest b*tch
I love the way you smile, sexy profile
We probably would of met, if I didn't blow trial, but anyhow
You my 'Dreamgirl', with a 'Supreme' style
A lodi dodi, I can tell you like to party
Every inmate in jail is loving you hardbody
Send a word to Michelle, my cellie said she can sing like hell
And when he touchdown, like LL, he wanna rock her bells
But for now, I got to end this letter
You a black queen like Coretta Scott King, shine like a diamond ring
[Chorus: 9th Prince]
Dear R&B chick, for you I catch a vic'
I know this sound sick, in my cell checking out your flicks
You so hot, laid back on my cot
You got a body that will never rot
One love to Keyshia Cole, Ciara, Beyonce
Alicia Keys, Rihanna
You ladies stay on fire like ganja

[9th Prince]
Yo, Dear Mary J. Blige, what's the 411, hon?
Like Wyclef warn me, somebody call 911
Besides going through the law library
All I do is dream about you, reminisce about "Real Love"
Off my convict crew, all I wanna do is be happy
Congratulations, I heard you was married
You deserve the best, my life tatted on your chest
Nice firm breasts, make a thug wanna caress your flesh
Ghetto queen wife, "No More Drama" in your life
Alot of fights in prison, I gained stripes
Take me as I am, you're a Superwoman like Karyn White
I'm praying you get a divorce, so I can come
Scoop you like a prince and a horse
Be your knight in shining armor, like a thug in a bulletproof Porsche
But for now, I got to end this letter, sincerely yours
Send another kite next winter, I want to eat you out for dinner
[Chorus]

[9th Prince]
Yo, what up Keyshia Cole? I love your old from the stroll
The way you sing it so bold, a thug like me would never fold
Like wine I get fine as I get old, I remember you was sent from heaven
Protected by the seven, I'm just like you
Almost got defeated, I should of had cheated if it was needed
Luckily, I succeded, I like 'em light skin like Alicia Keys
Or brownskin like Rihanna, smoking on ganja
Long legs like Ciara, you promise your goodies sweet like cookies
I wanna taste your nookie, the Granddaddy Flow is a pro, these other
Cats is all rookies

[Chorus]
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