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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
know some things will never change

[Chorus]

Patti Labelle: I can't sing this melody no more, I've sung it for so long
Ronald Isley: Is it
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
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
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
Patti Labelle used to make me 
Drift away play Stevie play Sam Cooke any day yeah 
We dance all night to the song they play 
Weekend come again do it
the town, yeah
And you had to hold your woman real close When Smokey starts to sing
Temptations, Marvin Gaye,
Spinners all the way
Aretha Franklin
Patti
brother that used to rhyme on stage with Biz
Oh he's def," you know what time it is
But this time I'm not assisted on the microphone
More like Patti
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
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
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
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
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
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
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
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
New Attitude
Patti LaBelle

I'm feelin' good from my head to my shoes
Know where I'm goin' and I know what to do
I tidied up my point of view
I got
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
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
the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
y'all doozers are
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
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
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