![]() The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. ![]() This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. Or, baby, on the stairs (it's even better when it's with ice cream) Or even in my bed (gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine) I like it in my car (I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend) It's always on my mind (it's even better when it's with ice cream) I gotta have it (gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine) Oh, girl I need it (I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend) Put your hands in the air and represent your clique So all the ladies in the house if your peach the shit Got your legs around my neck so I can't get upĪnd when it comes to eatin' peaches, shorty we don't play Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up I won't stop and girl you know I can't get enough I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine (ooh) I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend (ooh) It's even better when it's with ice cream (oh, oh) I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend It's even better when it's with ice cream I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend (that's right) Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you You got peaches and cream, ma, where's my scoop? C'mon When she meet me, she knock on door 1-1-2 Watch I'ma prove in time, I'ma make ya lose your mindĪnd I never question what hon' do (uh-uh) Tongue have her singin' high notes like an operaĪnd I don't waste a drop 'til I taste the spot I just push her legs back 'til she propped up (uh, yeah) She a freak, but she sweet so I can't knock her (can't knock her) (It's the P the U the F the F) yeah, c'mon, uhįrom the car to the bar, from the bar to the tellyįrom your neck to your bra, your bra to your belly (c'mon)Īnd she know (yeah), where PD go (uh-huh) Peaches and cream (that's that shit right there) I got that peaches and cream (that's that shit right there) This for all my (that's that shit right there)īad Boy, baby (that's that shit right there) ![]() I like the way it's goin 'down (that's that shit right there)
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