featuring Angel Cake 
 
  
  C'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit 
 
 Damn I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you 
 
 You know a nigga knahmsayin 
 
 Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit 
 
 The hip hop shit only shit keep a nigga mind in 
 
 I hear you but it's all about me and you right now 
 
 Word 
 
 Just take off your shirt 
 
 cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders 
 
 My little Buttercup, yaknahmean? 
 
 You a Buttercup girl 
 
 Oh is that right? 
 
 Yeah 
 
 Well, I got Love Jones for you 
 
 Word, tell me about it 
  
 
 Chorus: Angel Cake 
  
 
 Love Jones, I got a Love Jones 
 
 I got a Love Jones.. for you 
 
 (repeat 2X) 
  
 
 [Bobby Digital] 
 
 Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black glock 
 
 or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox 
 
 Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs 
 
 make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb 
 
 Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred 
 
 Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it 
 
 She spread your wings like a peacock 
 
 Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked! 
 
 Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe 
 
 into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
  
 
 With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose 
 
 and stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul 
 
 And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose 
 
 Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove 
 
 Backstroke in your abyss like a fish 
 
 Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
  
 
 She was filled with pleasures, of all measures 
 
 But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure 
 
 Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top 
 
 The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the
 
 crops 
 
 and seas, that brought us together, for the better 
 
 We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather 
 
 So maintain the stormy weather 
 
 Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo 
  
 
 Chorus 
  
 
 [Bobby Digital] 
 
 Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen 
 
 Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings 
 
 so we can take flight, to the edge of the night 
 
 And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight 
 
 You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through 
 
 your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you 
 
 up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin 
 
 that bring forth the power refines your whole planet 
 
 She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her 
 
 She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California 
 
 Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant 
 
 I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark
 
 continent 
 
 And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains 
 
 Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin 
 
 Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion 
 
 one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways 
 
 to make children, by buildin 
 
 Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her, 
 
 "You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above
 
 six?" 
 
 Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator 
 
 and stuck the diamond might deep inside the crater 
  
 
 Chorus