Medina

(Intro)
La da da da, oh
La da da da, hey
La da da da, oh
La da da da, hey

(Post-Chorus 1)
Front to back, side to side
(Front to back, side to side)
Up and down, left and right
(Up and down, left and right)
Back and forth, going round and round
(Back and forth, going round and round)
La da da da, woo

(Verse 1)
I’m talking foul, she holding trial
Freaky bitch interrogate
Please love me now, she rub me down
I let it marinate
I made this just to serenade
Paper cuts on my paper chase
Me and rap in holy matrimony
Numbers lie like a mattress (man)
Fuck you think I’m rapping for
I’m on my job, make ‘em dollars flip
Got a mistress, side bitch
Got hoes on call, I’m so neapolitan
Might pass up on Nia Long
Just might pass as neo-soul
I need a Gemini, no Scorpio
Just a prophet out looking for

(Chorus 1)
My medina, my medina, hey
My medina, my medina, oh
One won’t do and two is not enough for me no, hey
(Not enough for me, no)
Looking for my medina, my medina
Looking for my medina, my medina
Looking for my medina, my medina
One won’t do and two is not enough for me no, hey
(Not enough for me, no)
Looking for my medina, my medina

(Post-Chorus 2)
Front to back, side to side
Just grind up, up, up on it
Up and down, left and right
Might dive up, up, up in it
Back and forth, going round and round
Just wind up, up, up on it
J-just ride up, up, up on it
Might just slide up, up, up in it

(Refrain)
I be searching for dime
I be splitting a fade
I be preaching the word
I be centre of stage
I be going for broke
And I be looking for faith
If you ain’t down with the cause
Then I be throwing the peace (ooh)

(Verse 2)
I saw God on the promenade
How else can I paraphrase
Got me spending wads on the esplanade
Might just have to call the bank
I think she think I’m way more paid
Now how I’m supposed to tell her that
I still can’t pay back Fannie Mae
I still owe stacks to Freddie Mac (man)
Ain’t this what you asked for
I’m spending cash, she throw it back
I bank that off the backboard
I cash out, then I’m done with that
Please tell me if you can relate
On your ninth life, section 8
If you lost count of the amount
Still threw the dice without a shame

(Chorus 2)
My medina, my medina, hey
My medina, my medina, oh
One won’t do and two is not enough for me no, hey
(Not enough for me, no)
Looking for my medina, my medina
Looking for my medina, my medina
Looking for my medina, my medina
One won’t do and two is not enough for me no, hey
(Not enough for me, no)
Looking for my medina, my medina

(Post-Chorus 3)
Front to back, side to side
Just grind up, up, up, on it
Up and down, left and right
Might dive up, up, up, in it
Back and forth, going round and round
Just wind up, up, up, on it
J-just ride up, up, up, on it
Might just slide up, up, up, in it

(Refrain)
I be searching for dime
I be splitting a fade
I be preaching the word
I be centre of stage
I be going for broke
And I be looking for faith
If you ain’t down with the cause
Then I be throwing the peace (ooh)

(Bridge 1)
Girl taste like some wine
Getting better with age
Hip-hop is my bitch
My side chick Mary Jane
Crave a drop of divine
Shit was never the same
Shit was never the same
Shit I never complain (man)

(Verse 3)
Wake up to red cups, killing my liver
Bitch up to hiccup, a clip for a figure
Turn up then burn up, to calm my temper
Learn up to earn up, to drive that bimmer
Dream up to team up, to make them numbers
Hold up, then blow up, your whole damn summer
Toes up, you woke up, the new King Tut
Froze up, the fun’s up, still need your buzz
My medina, my medina
We don’t keep shit between us
Miss. Educated, little Ms. Misdemeanour
One won’t do, two is not enough
Was it foreplay, was it for a rush
If you had the chance at some romance
Would you let it bloom or just give it up
Yeah now I’m stuck

(Chorus 3)
Looking for my medina, yeah now I’m stuck
Looking for my medina, yeah now I’m stuck
One won’t do and two is not enough for me no, hey
Yeah now I’m stuck
Looking for my medina, my medina

(Bridge 2)
H-hey h-hey h-hey hey
H-hey h-hey h-hey hey
H-hey h-hey h-hey hey
H-hey h-hey h-hey (ooh)

(Outro)
A no way José, my Boniqua
Feel the shade, where no plane ticket required
Just escape, have a taste of the divine
Get lost in the motions, my emotions is deprived (woo)