Bklyn Masala

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] I met her on the corner of Gates and Bedstuy It was only right that I approached and said hi 'Cause she looked like no other chick I ever saw She was on her way coming up out the cornerstone I asked could I carry your bags and walk her home I can tell she was new in New York just from her tone 'Cause she wasn't that typical rude and ignorant Teeth-sucking and eye-rolling telling me leave her alone We dipped and we yapped, we chit and we chat About this and that and where she lived at, yeah This may sound kind of Wu-Tang Clan-ish But this butter-pecan honey was not Spanish She lived like three blocks from my man In New York for six months, moved from Pakistan Well that explains the strange accent and the strange clothes And that cute little diamond in your nose She said, "I gotta wear this gear every Sunday but You gotta see how I look come Monday" – "Word!? Meaning I can see you again? Maybe Give you a call, take you out on the weekend" She winked at me and kind of laughed Ripped a piece of the grocery bag and wrote her math You can bet your last damn dollar That I'ma give you a call, Brooklyn Masala [Break] "Mentally and sexual - can't forget how I met you" "And every time I look at you I see the most wonderful woman I have ever met" [Hook: Masta Ace (Leschea)] Can we walk and talk, share our worlds I'm feeling you a whole lot more than most girls If you give me the number I'll holler I wanna see you again Brooklyn Masala B to the (B to the) K to the (K to the) B to the (B to the) K to the (K to the) B to the K to the L to the Y to the N Masala [Verse 2: Masta Ace] On our first date, knocked on the door around eight When she came down she smelled good and looked great She had the tight Frankie B's on, white on white Ones A pink bubble goose and pink bubblegum, I'm like, damn Even pink Chanel shades Her long black hair was done up in box braids She didn't have the Maybeline face, that was all dead Instead she had a red dot on her forehead C-cup's pumping, looking real ill "You wanna see Lord of the Rings or Kill Bill?" She looked at me and said, "Neither one 'Cause there really ain't no Black stars in neither one" "So what you wanna do girl?" She kind of blushed then We settled on dinner for two at Justin's The food was good with no surprises We had the barbecue shrimp as appetizers We had the cat fish main course A few drinks, then out the front door like Main Source We stepped out into the big city She said, "The Times Square lights are so pretty" We caught a cab, back to the lab Stopped kissing long enough to pay the tab She said, "I think we got a nice future" That night learned all about the Kama Sutra, my Masala [Hook: Masta Ace (Leschea)] Can we walk and talk, share our worlds I'm feeling you a whole lot more than most girls If you give me the number I'll holler I wanna see you again Brooklyn Masala B to the (B to the) K to the (K to the) B to the (B to the) K to the (K to the) B to the K to the L to the Y to the N Masala [Chorus: Leschea (Masta Ace)] Think I'm starting to feel you, just wanna let you know One day you'll be mine and I just won't let you go You feeling me, I'm feeling you You feeling me, I'm feeling you Might be falling in love but I'm tryna take it slow (my Masala) [Outro] Thank you madame for this fascinating lesson in our cultural differences