[Intro: Masta Killa]

Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen

Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah.

[Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample]

Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and

A great big expression of happiness

Boy, you couldn't miss..

With a dozen roses, such will astound you



[Masta Killa]

Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction

In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken

I was askin', "Is your heart vacant?

Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?"

Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me?

Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise

Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation

Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through

Others left you questionable, what's acceptable?

The first sight of this divine light might shy you

Warm words melt the ice between us

My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through



[Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa]

Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice

Kiss my hand before I roll my dice

In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep

It's just the simple thtings in life we do



[Masta Killa]

Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin'

In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation

Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene

This is King toast Queen

We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports

Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream

Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name

Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine

Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing

It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion

Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss

Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home

Maybe we can build and add on over the phone

Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong?

Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness

Excuse, I don't mean to intrude



[Chorus w/ hook]



[Masta Killa]

Aight, yeah love

See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil

You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love

I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought

It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu'

To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?"

Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined

In due time, every square inch will be mines

She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine

I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look

Hair well groomed and thing

Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match

Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm

Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth

She asked for directions as if she was lost

But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon

In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon



[Chorus w/ hook]



[Allah Real]

Didn't I blow your mind?

Oh, didn't I blow your mind?

Oh, didn't I blow your mind?

Didn't I blow your mind?



[Outro: Masta Killa]

Beautiful queens, beautiful queens

Beautiful queens, beautiful queens