Lyrics:
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be -52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
on
A specialist when I'm bakin'
Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'
We challengin' these chumps for lumps
Here's the statement: stop hatin'
The crew is all about
Prince, Lionel Richie or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders or the B-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
'Cause when
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be -52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
about my honey Mary
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
how she be lookin' at my diamonds
Ain't gon' lie that bitch fine ass hell
Ain't gon' lie that bitch like
She makes them birds sing like Patti LaBelle
for rhymes
You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we
grenades the size of Patti LaBelle's tits
Rap about artillery but never had no parts of missiles
Thought you had a gun but all you had was just a starter
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
Why should I
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Rock like patti la-belle
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
patty face, I call it Patti LaBelle now
I'm praying that I come up,
They praying that I stay down
If you only knew
What type of time I'm on
Hoes think I'm
off the top of my head
I'll figure the rest out when I get you in my bed
Let me switch it up so I can talk about these silly cats
Try to take my shit
These hoes all about nothing, no Wale
Niggas love to talk down, not to my face
Oh you a funny guy now? Aye Parlay’
I can spend ya pay check on a off day
to
Be secretly hidden in glass casings and
Submerged in the fry vats of
Every kebab machine in the UKand
The very-out-of-print first Raincoats LP
The NME
like
"You love to take the hardest way you don't
Always have to" But I don't know about
That it's like Billy Joel says in that
Song "Vienna" When
(The dressing came on the side)
"Girls love being with other
Girls, and when you go back
To us being younger
We would have slumber parties and we'd
Be
everytime there is sunshine
Let's combine energy with the spirit
If you can't understand, you ain't ready to live it
Took us a moment to talk about
like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein'-eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's
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