i was sitting at the stop lightnin my car, rolled down the windownwhen this driver pulled on side of menshe offered me some endo(nah im cool)ni told her that i didnt smoke but i thanked her for the offerni thought i might just ask her name, instead i made a leftnnHawthorne and La Cienegancant front, i was into hernand she offered me a blunt, damn i wish i smoked indicansee i remember her from the center of Beverlynshe was heavenly, still on my mind from a while backnshe had a smile that, shook the clouds off the sun na set of lovely lips that made me fumble my tonguenhair up in a bun, up under a capnshe was a down low beauty, see i like em like thatnshe kept it on the low, but high enough to seenshe made me feel special, like she did it all for mennot much up top, i would say about a Bnher pants hugged her frame, made me wanna know her namenbut ive never been the type to step up and spit gamenin a mall full of women that were beggin for attentionnfake eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensionsnshe walked through my dreams, then she cut through the scenennmy name is sluggo, i live on the seventh floorni live upstairs from you, im the one you try to ignorenif you hear music late at nightnsome kind of party, some kind of lifenjust dont call the cops on me ngirl come upstairs and talk to menshe got the facial piercing, half done sleeve workngame cashed in, reaction, knee-jerkndrama control, functional alcoholicnthe barbie doll skirt, professional flirtnshe go karma, karma, karma chameleon hair colornmachette personality carry a pair cutterntalk a lot of shit, walk like an Egyptiannloves to sleep with no favorite positionnabout 5'6, nice lips make her life hipsntough soul, she fuck slow and fight quicknwith the eyeball daggers, walk with a swaggerni know you got troubles but it dont really matternfrom what i gather we should versenlets trade expressions, see who move firstnleisurely come speak to mensee life is like a song can you keep the beat, it goesnnninstead i made a left