Boogie Down Productions - 13 & Good - Underage Love & Sex Songs (Jailbait)

I don’t know .. this one takes strange to a new level with Blackmail.

“Shifting uncomfortably in his seat at a recent dinner party- KRS-1 (aka Lawrence Parker) apologised today for the accidental playing of ’13 and good’ on his Ipod shuffle. The forgotten single from BDP’s classic Sex and Violence album, details a sexual encounter with a 13 year old, who KRS sleeps with, boasts to his friends about and then narrowly avoids being sodomised by her angry father, quieted chatter at the dinner party almost at once, leaving only the tinkle of cutlery being put down in stunned silence. Living legend KRS, hurridly tried to get up and skip the song, only to accidentally turn it up louder and spill soup on his trousers. Those were very different times and Hip Hop was experimenting with new things’ Explained a sweaty and red faced KRS ‘and… well… she was, she was ‘good’’

Boogie Down Productions – 13 & Good

I walked in the place very big space
Every kind of race dancin’ and niggas made chase
A very pretty face, feel the bass
Basses kick, fly girl jumps on my tip

The drink that I sip implies this it it
She looked to be about 26 I ain’t dizzy
It’s time to get busy
Welcome female is in my arms

Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain’t gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed that

Ax the question, no need for guessin’
Hey baby, how old are you?
21, 24 maybe 22
I’m twenty-five

She shucked and kinda neeghed
And said, “Hee, hee, hee I’m only 13”
13, I need a quick escape
That’s statutory rape but she was good

Good
(You should been there she was)
Good
(Man that jail term won’t be)
Good

(But she looked)
Good
(Man her brothers will beat you)
Good
(Even if I get beat down it was still)
Good

The story gets better, This girl is kinda clever
She said, “I wanna be with you forever”
I said, “Forget it I need to get my life in order
You could almost be my daughter”

She started sighin’ and her sighin’ turns into cryin’
Her cryin’ turns into her replyin’
“Where’s the phone? I think it’s time that I went home”
She called her pops and said, “Come get me I’m all alone

I’m sorry daddy I slept with an older man
He said, “Don’t worry, the 45 is in my hand”
I’ll be there before you count to four”
One two three four

He’s at my door
She said, “See what you did you caused me all this grief.
Your goin’ to jail my daddy’s a police chief
If I can’t have you no one will and I ain’t even on the pill”
But you was