Quote by Ghostface Killah
“Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin, see you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin, I catch shootin strong notes as we got close, she rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse, your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod, caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God.”
