Waves At The Prom

[Hook: Mibbs]Waves at the prom, dame on my armHundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palmWa-Waves at the prom, dame on my armHundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palm[Verse 1: Mibbs]Uh, senior prom, when my mom and pops fell in loveDaddy had the all-white suit with the leather glovesMomma had her hair done, like an angel from aboveGrandmomma whispering, "I don't want you hanging with no thugsI like your date cause he flyer than a 12-pieceOrchestra with trombones and violinsPick my baby up in a Caddy with the white-wall tiresAnd the waves in his hair made us drown at the sight of himWhoosh, like Leviathan, sporting wave greaseHad the girls on him like fresh meat in a lion's denHe taking flicks, looking as hot as a liquid nitrogenAnd if he don't wanna king, than I guess you'll have to fight with himMmm, excitement, nobody looks as nice as himTold him "Drive safe, cause I heard that you just got your license, man."I know he real, and you gon' have a great timeYou'll be fine, cause your date got waves at the prom."[Hook: Mibbs][Verse 2: BeYoung]Since it's Saturday evening, brought the homeboy's PorscheGod, I hope I get that ass, since I bought Keisha this corsageOpen up the door, wide, push it to the floor, driveDax hair grease, brush my teeth with the fluorideTux with the.45, Jordans when he came backBrushing since March, I didn't have to wear a wave capBaby can you fade that? Ain't no chaperons comingMy mama don't, I been on it since the homecomingTonight's the night, we gon' turn you to a grown womanHaircut, airbrush, watch me as I pose for 'em[Hook: Mibbs][Verse 3: Like]I got my tux on, I got my Chucks onI got my [?] spinning, I get my brush onDiamonds in my cuff showing, tryna get my puff onBelve in my foam cup, spike it with the PatronI'm cool, I'm Aquafresh, and I confess, I've been freshSince junior high when I used to get my doctors pressed, rock and guessNever one for [?], I see you dog, I'm not impressedFollow in my footsteps, I'll be glad to show you proper stepsShe know I be about mine, homies like, "About time"Reigning from the west, but she be banging like the south sideShe be hanging with her mouth wide openWhen I roll up in that Rover with them alpines blowingYeah, posing with them bitches triple-label Polo pieces, not what he gotCall it horsepower when you're Ralphy to the tube socksUsed to have a girl who we had up in that Duke BoxNow I got your girl jamming to me on a jukebox[Hook: Mibbs]Wassup, Wassup, Wassup, Wassup [x16]