text: Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
  Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
  They dont know, but I do though
  Baby my darling you make me lose composure
  Fragments of a million me
  Scattered across the floor to a certain degree
  Where I had to give your mama a call
  And thank her for spending time with your daddy
  For all its worth, girl whats your frequency
  And can I come there frequently
  Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
  Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
  Luscious Left Foot
  What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers
  And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer
  Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant
  And once I done had some Cuervo bout six shots Im nothin to play wit
  Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies
  Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee
  An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes
  And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky
  Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause its banging
  And I like them red hot Fila straight from Walters off the chain
  Fuck them bouige bitches they dont know nothin bout you
  Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them Trues
  Slum beautiful yous the world to me, shawty I dig ya
  And Im loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure
  You my nigga, nigga
  Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
  Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
  Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you
  Youre looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do
  The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love
  Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above
  Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast
  I could almost taste outer space
  I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too
  Hello, Im the man that God made you for
  Profound dont think, okay lets put this poetry in motion
  Im shining simply because mother earth Im your son
  Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion
  Forevers gonna be so fun
  Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
  Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
  I dont know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you
  A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed
  Or was it a pack of Now & Laters cause youre the sweetest thing on my head
  And Id like to say that Id love to make love to every molecule of you
  And if you want to spontaneously combust thats what well do in unison