I'll Need You

[Verse] Wuh-wuh-wuh Yo, well it was one o' those days, wasn't nothin' to do An' I was downtown, sittin' wit' my hustlin' crew Slid up in the corner Deli for [?], to roll a reefer An' ran into this girl, her name was "Mona..." Mona Lisa, the most beautiful creature Don't even know that every other chick is beneath her Fake stallion, dark skinned, physical feature Copped her chicken wings, and a slice of pizza I said, "Ill! [Ew?] You need a healthier meal Slide wit' me, we can go an fill your belly for real." She said, "Chill! Honey, relax and unzip your fly I'm just kiddin'! I had your ass, didn't I?" It wasn't hard to see, she had some shit wit' her I got in the air [?], and damn near crippled her She said, "Great Scotts! Are you Tariq? You walk [?] and talk, like the 'Pimp o' the week'," I had to laugh at her, 'cause at first it sound funny Pimpin' wit' The Roots crew, workin' hard for the money "But, pardon me, Tariq, please, don't even try it Better call me, 'Riq Geez, and keep it quiet," She almost got cut short, y'know, shank [?] For tryna disrespect Big Bank Willie Gank He thought, "T-H-O-U-G-H-T," But not to be a straight ass nigga [?], I said, "See, I'm Sorry, and I know I just flipped Please, kick it wit' me, while I smoke this spliff," She said, " Y'know, maybe, but you seem crazy Don't try to play me, you better treat me as a lady," Wanna hate a grown ass man, and act childish An' I bet you [?] to acknow-ledge Over twenty-one, and yes, I got one son His favou-rite MC, was the late Big Pun," Trim, thick, plus physically, fit "Ya best believe, that this chick, celibate," I said, "Celibate? Love, you need to be hugged," Tried to segue, [?] wit' that thing on your tongue "Ya see, it don't matter to me, I break you in Let me explain, to you just the way 'Riq [?] do it The 'T' for the way Thought turns 'em out The 'H' for the way Halfpound o' [?] burn up out You know 'O's for O's, at the top of my check And 'U's the way I Use techniques, correct The 'G' for G's spit,by 'Riq, G's [?] The 'H-T', flip around, start off my faec-es," But then, 'bout then, Questlove came in He said, 'We got a show to do," and, "Where the fuck you been? Come on, you know time is money, we waitin' on a boy An' he tryna slang number to [?] next door? Nigga, come along, we got a party to attend Wit' some ghetto gold diggers, and some more of our friends," He got on his cell, and then he waited for the minute Then the tour bus pulled up, he busted me in it As we was headin' on our way to perform I could hear a melody, as Mona sang a song [?]