Artist: Timbo King f/ Self Rachet, Sharecka Album: 56 Platoon, Vol. 1 Song: Miss All Dat Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Sharecka (Self Rachet)] Miss, come on (yeah) Yup (yo) New and improved (Recka) Yeah (Yeah, Self Rachet) Nothing but music (Gotta love it) [Self Rachet] Yo, excuse me lil' mama, I ain't trying to be rude Just got my click off the ground, I ain't trying to be sued Plus there's a million other bitches that been eyeing me, boo Add you and your cousin, that's a million and two Now what you wan' do? You wan' tear up the club? You wan' forget about ya problems? You wan' go home and what? You like to what, huh? I ain't tough to please Pretty grill, banging body with some cute ass feet Roll with three to four girls cuz we 56 deep Call my niggaz my ninjas cuz we know how to creep You like pearly white sand, fresh, straight off the beach I'm like pot holes, smart apartment with big leaks It was destiny for us to meet and it's first for us to speak Come talk about this, is this ya party? Is this ya birthday week? I know how to read between lines, you was talking to me Oh, you pulling an all nighter? Then you fucking with me [Sharecka] Come on, yeah, uh... Yeah, wooo, come on, come on, yeah, mami... Now you my pride and joy, my future wife I'ma let you take up my whole life, keeping it so tight Feeling is so right, taking trips every weekend, living the good life Shorty you got it, I'll take you out of the projects Give you a great book, let them Gods twist ya face upon ya bank book Girl look, everything you be dreaming of you could get it House, trucks, big whips, baby we been did it Tailor designed, fitted, showing ya shape well When you walk through the block, shorty, it shake well Getting hate from other chicks, hoping we don't sell It's just, wish they could be in ya shoes, they sell Taking luxury cruises, mad cuz we be moving Trying to do exactly what we doing And I ain't never gon' ever gon' change on you Because, you so beautiful... look... [Timbo King] Yo, I'ma walk in, yo, yeah, better walk in Yo, yo, yo, I need a Queen sister soldier like Betty Shabazz On some, Angela Davis, she ready to blast Read books to the seeds when I take out the trash Cooks with herbs, my ebony, Pocahontas She the baddest since Vanity, and her bedroom eyes match the canopy Yeah, (uh) me and you ma', table for two, a room for three Yeah, you thinking what I'm thinking? Fuck it, let's explore that Being that Don that I am, charmed, she looking at the tat on my arm Infinite, no beginning or ending, perhaps we should just start fucking... (Yeah)