Cinnamon Apple Songtext / Lyric

My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong






Look I wanna take y'all back to 7th grade, middle school

Skinny kid that everybody knew

I was a lil' cool

Had my intial ring, gold chain, my lil' jewels

What was more than most had so I never got ridiculed

This was '89, matter fact it was '90

Crack was already huge, the streets start getting grimey

But I wasn't in that world then

I'm 13, all I'm thinkin' bout is Nike's, basketball and my girlfriend

Yeah, who at the time was Tia Williams

And she had no idea that one day I would see a million

This is a teengae love, few months but we was buildin'

She was grown, I was the man but we was children

She had ass though, I mean for her age or whatever

She wore my ring some times like we engaged or whatever

And this the "No, you hang up first" dial tone era

Your mom's pick up and say "Hang up my house phone" era

And I hated that, how you gon' scream in my baby ear

That pretty lil' brown skin girl with the baby hair

As we was going steady, my sex drive was so Andretti

She a virgin but I feel like it's time, I know she ready

He ain't got much experience, but she don't know that

That boy's chance is coming up, I hope he don't blow that

I'm waiting for the opportunity, mama at work

Start with a kiss, then I'm in her shirt, next I'm in her skirt

You know that always heard that the first time gonna hurt

That's what she heard from her cousin, 'lied and told her it doesn't

And so to me, it's just a matter of time

That Tia gon' give it up to me and that'll be mine

But one day I was absent, I came back to school

Learned that, I left the man but I came back the fool

They said that "Tia did some bullshit, I mean did y'all speak?"

She cut school, lost her virginity, some kid named Khalif

An I'm stuck... Like what the fuck?

I ain't hear that my girl did what?

But had to act like I ain't care

Felt like I wanted to cry, but nah I ain't tear

That first time I learned that trust ain't a must if I ain't there

And of course we broke up, she moved on, I did the same

I ended up with some next girl, forget her name

Which probably isn't right, cause we used to get along

But I remember Tia, cause she did me wrong



My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong

My cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong



And you gon' leave me, for some fuckin nigga? Huh?! I thought you loved me. You was supposed to be my cinnamon apple. my cinnamon apple! Baby you gon' leave me for some nigga! Huh for some nigga! Get out of the car bitch. You gon' leave me?! You grimey son