Ladies

Ladies

The slide of the fingers
and the wave of the waist
makes the men wanna talk
and the boys wanna chase
it shows the honey of the lips
and the syrup of the eyes
the roundness of the butt
and the thickness of the thighs
callin' you a name that wasn't given at yo birth
makin' you wanna switch once you step up out the church
tryna get the dance in yo ankles
and the twist in your knees
its the converse of the flowers
and the connection of the bees

the bumps of the beat; you know, make ya feet hurt
but you know you lookin' cute and ya tryna flirt
it's like the boys are the lions and
yo body is their prey
but it's yo mind that turns to mush at every mushy thing they say
it's the knowing or the ignorance that doesn't fill the gap
whether you like it or not it's always a booby trap
waiting on the forest floor to hang you by the leg
waiting just round the bend to be the first to knock you in yo head
waiting to be the first to tell the world that you are easy
tellin any dude that come after they the first to knock the red and you sleazy

then it's those girls the real guys do like
they always putting up a chase
keepin' their bodies secret
and slammin' doors in the guys' face
keepin on mental Chasity belts
and blades of protection in their eyes
when the guys tryna cox
when the guys tryna pry
it's these girls that say, 'roughly i try to keep a close on my thighs'