Miss Donna Karen

I had the Polo with all
The patches on it that
Say Hilfiger on the back when I met her
So all them niggas that wore a uniform
On the first day could forget it

She a brown skinned Goddess
Everything she got is
All labeled up this girl ain't
Never played the bus she just strolled by
But naw can't never wave at us
My nigga did talk to her once but
She ain't never gave it up
And Damn, I think I wanna Captain Save Her up
But them older niggas got cars and
I could never save enough
I tell her I don't make cents right now
But I will
And it don't make sense right now
But it will miss Donna Karen, Body so proper
Baby sized Jordan's on
All the dudes Jock ya
Just to get close I think
I oughta move lockers
Instead of telling my niggas
What I oughta do is stop ya like

Miss Donna Karen, I don't know
If it's the way that you wear it, put me on
Your the reason why I wrote this song
I'mma sing it to you on the way home

She like that one Polo Jacket
That you missed on sale
I wanna say they C's and them hips so swell
That clear Candy Gloss hit her lips so well
That if I maybe got the
Chance I'll probably lick your
Well? naw! I'm just trying to
Take a trip somewhere
Crenshaw and Fox Hills, lets pick somewhere
I'll pay for the food, just sit somewhere
I wanna build a future
Girl, lets get somewhere, yea
I'm Cliff Huxtable and you can be my Clair
Yea i saved my Lunchable's just
So I could share, yea
I gotta stunt for you
So I'm up at lunch for you
Hoopin in my Tommy's tryin to show
You I could dunk for you (Haha)
So tell me if I made the cut
(Yep) , Tell me if I made this up
Miss Donna Karen, Lookin like a poster
You ain't gotta mess with me
Cause everybody wants ya like

Uh miss Donna Karen, bubble gum smacker
Style it like Aaliyah
Put the fitted on backwards
Miss Donna Karen, I'm wishin we was older
Lets watch "The Box" and just
Skip all the homework
Miss Donna Karen, I love you like my Griffeys
I try to be affectionate and all
You do is hit me miss Donna Karen, she like
"I don't want no hickeys"
"Cause when I come home
Dom my mom gone get me" like

Ay, remember when you would put
The PE shorts on over your skirt so your
Mom wouldn't see you? (Miss Donna Karen)
And you and your home girl used
To have them blow pops
With the Jolly Ranchers around them
It was like a dollar
And that was back when we
Was getting in trouble dancin
For the smallest chicks that
Hit from last night