Cappuccino Paroles

[Verse 1 - Rah]
(I was down witcha)
Look
Now baby bust it
No bluffing about the bread up in your oven
Now that's the shit that gets you 'X'ed out like Kim's husband
Yo, my creole coffee is a helluva mix (ha, ha)
Fill it up with skim milk for a helluva twist
Your girl's a L7, but you're built like a race car
Um, sweeter than sweetness, come please, the physique, it's
The bubble, that keeps a fucking nigga in trouble
The cappuccino express, you guessed, now gimme a double
I hit that nigga Josh the Goon and tell him to bring me the fat checks
My fresh spray paint and my Z-Boy backpack
Ya dig it, the buck crew, its something like rat pack
And I'm the nerd with glasses that'll make that gat clap
Hell's a fucking second away from a pimp, ho
Slim fly, to die for, as sharp as a pencil (yeah)
Now, laissez bon temps rouler like a jaguar
Cafe Du Monde, beignets, hoes are back y'all Fresh, fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist
Hey, hey miss

[Verse 2 - Krispy]
(It's Krispy! Check it out.)
The story goes...
This chick I'm with and, shit, I been dating for two months
We do brunch and lunch, the shit is sweet like fruit punch
For two months, I've been waiting like crackfiend
My future fucking bleak like this broad, like Yasmine
You sleep with me, you eat with me, but why don't you sleep with me
I figured if I could hold out, I'd be rolling on Easy Street
But never to me, no more, that shit is clear like Visine
See, I'd rather beat my Jimmy like Iovine
She knows this is why I switch her like a pitcher
Cause I'm focused, trying to get my zipper unzipped
But hold it, that's what she say is my problemo
(But it's Krispy) My M.O. be to stretch it like a limo
But it's no haps, not even no hand jobs, no daps
She be the reason why I'm scheming in up bars, in fact
And why I
Laissez bon temps rouler like a jaguar
Cafe Du Monde, beignets, hoes are back y'all

[Hook x2]
I need a fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist
Fresh, fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist
Fresh, fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist
Hey, hey miss