Roses Songtext / Lyric

[Verse 1]
Caroline! Caroline! see caroline!
All the guys would say she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cussed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though
You need a golden calculator to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

[Chorus 2x]
I know you'd like to think you shit don't stank
But lean a lil bit closer
see, roses really smell like poo-poo-poo
Yeah, roses really smell like pooh-o-o

[Verse 2]
Caroline! She's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to a
Baller or singer or somebody like that
And try to put her make up on in the mirror
And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs a golden calculator to divide
The time it takes to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Well she got a hotfie´s body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly actin´ naughty
I said "Shorty, would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one of them freaks, gettin´ geeked at the sight of an ATM receipts
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek A quick way to eat
A neat place to sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in the courtroom
I wanna see ya support bra not support you!

[Chorus 4x]

[Repeat 2x]
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get low
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way.. no way.. no way

[Repeat 2x]
(Crazy bitch(17x))
Bitch, stupid ass bitch
Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch
A bitch's bitch, just a bitch