Poetic Justice

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Look, tell me what you really wanna see

I had the greatest experience shooting that video, 'What’s it Gonna Be?'

I had to say it wowing, my heartbeat started pounding

Walked on the set while she got dressed

In cock rings on her outfit

Janet, why you doing this to me?

At the time I couldn’t believe we both were starring in this movie

You're in my video, you know a nigga loved it

I spent 2.4 million on the fucking budget

All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?

First rap nigga album you’ve ever featured on

And I was weak in the Lord, despite the things we said

My first words to Hype Williams is “I can’t believe this dream”

Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better

But I love when we shot together, and we rubbed up on each other

But I’m a little jealous, Tip, your tongue went in her mouth

In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account

You know what we be ‘bout…

Any time, huh?

Any place, baby?

[Interlude]

Now, you know, at the time, I was really

I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was

Penny and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean?

Ayo, Kamaal, you’s a fucked up dude for doing that to me, man

You broke my heart with that, man

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like…

(You know you foul)

Once a day, girl, truly

We grew up with her through the lens of a camera

Didn’t have much, but dare said I’m having her

Shorty was the joint, here’s my case and point

Me and ‘Pac rollin’ L’s in the trailer

Both of us get to scheming how to nail her

First movie about to come out in the theater

Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck, so ill I gave her my code

We kissed, I took her control, we swapped as all the film rolled

A marathon, we kept this good thing going, sunset, the moon, it came on

In my mind it would prolong

Listen, the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit

Me and Justice kissing keep it going, two pros with credit

A memorable summer in ’92 out in Cali

When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty

And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer

Negative, but I’d give anything to be her dancer

A captivating lady, I used to be her baby

Good Times, they never fading

Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice

[Outro: Janet Jackson]

At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around

At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around

In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes

I can feel your hand moving up my thighs

In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes

I can feel your hand moving up my thighs