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you in my life ever more (Come on!)

[Chorus: Patti LaBelle]
I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh
Without you
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
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
(It's the Patti what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher?s son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin?

let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin'

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
through the back door (get up)
I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up)
We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up)
Keep
wishing to be in my position
Know good and damn well they ain't no competition
Huh, I gotta give it to you kid, that's ambition
For you to perpetrate
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
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
through the back door (get up)
I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up)
We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up)
Keep
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
I'm lookin' for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanel under the Louie, Gucci over booty
Vicki
to the oil

I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
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
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
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
and Kellz and my nigga Jeezy
Miss Patti LaBelle she ripped the first one off so fucking easy
Easy oh the streets need me
Bring back the shit that make you
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
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
of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side

Through many a dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus
fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side

I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we