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we talk about Nina
we talk about Nina
we talk about Nina...Nina Ross

ha ha ha ha ha
check out this bizarre
story that I got about this chick and her car
I met her at this bar in Philly called 'the mall'
true school party and I'm feelin like a star
I'm chilling with the boys
we out to make some noise
searching for a misses, mission search & destroy
you know the hit & run, you smash then you dash
or you could fall in love soon as you get that ass
but me I was just chillin, that's really not my thing
Tonic with some lime and I'm scoping out the scene
then I seen this thing, I locked her in my sights
vision of perfection, my obsession for the night
is she black or she white or another slight mix?
Mexican or Asian, dark-skin white chick
I know that's my thing, I jumped on it quick
thicker than a

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    thicker than a snicker, had to kick it to the miss,

    She said, my name is Nina, I said, like Elina,
    You know I'm a musician with a pitcher for latinas,
    She said, that's cool I'm black, South African in fact, I understand your spanish but your accent is whack

    Quick on the attack,
    I kept my composure, should i fall back,
    nah i pimped in closer
    My english is just fine, and your beauty is sublime,
    on this continent miss, you should constitute a dime,
    I'm cool with the rhyme, but slicker with the drag,
    in a few minutes, ill be feelin on the ass
    For her, she just laughed, I caught her by surprise,
    Said i need directions, im lost in your eyes
    She fell for it guys, hook, line and sinker
    Now I start to feel like this chick's not a thinker,
    All attitude, no apptitude, imagine her condition after she's had a few

    We talk about nina,
    we talk about nina,
    we talk about nina..nina ross

    Bartender, bartender, come serve her up
    and put it all on this card right here, word up
    I talk, i talk, and
    she drank, she drank
    And then she said something like, "I think,
    I cant, make it to my car, can you help me out?"
    I said no prob, she kissed me on the mouth,
    She tasted like a mixture of one fifty one, and straight gasoline, but i'm not a picky one
    I grabbed her coat, then i grabbed her keys,
    then i grabbed her arm and said,"Ma`am could you please, lead the way''
    Seafood play, this has got to be the best way for me to end the day
    She looked better than the government check,
    it was her beauty not her booty, that's word to Mike Epps

    You know im a vet, so we marched and we stepped,
    She said, "I'm parked around the corner, its the Benz on the left"
    A benz, a benz? Did this broad say a benz?
    It took everything I had for me to not call my friends,
    or lose my lunch, but then all at once,
    this girl sobered up, like she was never drunk,
    She said, "That was all a front, Mr. Walk-like-a-man, remember me a few years back, tourin'?"
    I stuttered, I stammered, I looked for the camera
    And when i looked back, she was reachin for the hammer,
    Pulled out the jammie, aimed it at my throat,
    She yelled, "Stick em up!", I said, "Stop, no don't!"
    Pistol whipped me, then she hit me, swept me off my feet quickly,
    Got me for my DS and my Sidekick 3,
    She made me stand up then she told me strip down
    "What you gonna with that glowstick now?"

    She opened up the truck, made me crawl into it,
    About to squeeze the trigger, I said, "Please don't do it''
    50 paint balls, at point blank range,
    I flinched, I bled, I screamed out in pain
    She said, "Remember my face, consider this a message to the women you disgrace,
    you use us then abuse us anytime you feel horny,
    then bounce, and leave a fake number in the morning"
    I cried, apologized, but as the tears started formin,
    she laughed, blew a kiss, and then she slammed the trunk on me

    We talk about nina, we talk about nina,
    we talk about nina,
    nina ross
    raadianton April 21, 2009   Link

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