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around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin? up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide
man came around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin' up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing
even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days)
Doing
to make it, you can't fake it
The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked
Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong
So, all
groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B.I.G. with telepathy
The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun
Pimping ain't easy but it sure is fun
When I bust my
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days)
Doing
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
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
ready-Freddie on guitar
To me a way of life, now
Music is alive

I am sister Rosie, hey
Jump in with the crowd, now
Music is alive

I know (I know), I
Music must be a lady
The way it makes me love to me
Me, you, music, music,
I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies that you used on me
Lady
myself
Feelin alright I'm not feeling to good myself

Well, boy you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and wonder why
And when I think
that way

Well, alright, okay, you win
I'm in love with you
Well, alright, okay, you win
Baby, what can I do?
Anything you say, I'll do
As long
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
that way

Well, alright, okay, you win
I'm in love with you
Well, alright, okay, you win
Baby, what can I do?
Anything you say, I'll do
As long
way

Well alright, okay, you win
I'm in love with you
Well alright, okay, you win
Baby, what can I do?
Anything you say, I'll do
As long as it's me
slide, Clyde, all you did was glide
And you poured your beer in me hat
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street
And I ain't got no time for
"Hi" for me
Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer
Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer
And my mind is like a full clip
And my competitions'
that way

Well, alright, okay, you win
I'm in love with you
Well, alright, okay, you win
Baby, what can I do?
Anything you say, I'll do
As long
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
with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin'
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan'
Ties swollen for no
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
If you don't,then later you'll grow to regret it
You can ignore and think I'm talkin' out loud for my health
But don't ya do it for me,just do it for