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you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool
When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your c.d. packages showing
you niggas is thinking or saying
About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
But you the best 'cause you goin' care
Now I
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney
a stubborn mule, I would tell you that is all she's worth

Well, tha smuggling and trafficking
Of illegal substances is her line of work

Me say a good woman
community service hours
for selling weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million
born it was a miracle
Music is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up loving hip hop
Now all her
Party time
It's party time

Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again
You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen
My name is
even if you don't give a shit about me
That's what love is.. It's not just built for two,
It's built on a future, one we might not get through.
is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney
Mashing
Y'all know the voice is tight, hoarse, and raspy
Can't place the face, kind of hard to catch me
Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby
Johns
chill and lay
In the sack I rub her back when we're resting
It was love at first sight my confession
She know who she is can't say her name
Cause if I
Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony
'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol'
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin’ it
[Chorus]
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert
handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Won't you tell me who is she?

Well, Albert Mooney said she loves
Said
Cool, she takes a flick or two

Tell me how you feel
It's time to get down and do this for real

A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around
said you just robbed a gas station
Who me? not me! it couldn't be
I was in the Grammys with Brandy
Didn't you see me on TV?
Bullshit, y'all all in
figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils
Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped
By an army full money hungry crocodiles
Quantity is
We shall assemble to adore 
The potent spirit of your Queen,
My mother great Diana.
She who fain would learn all sorcery
Yet has not won its
"Two stupid Americans..." 

We were at the mercy of this passionate waiter 
Who pulled the corks at the Osterasis Cafe 
He kept serving us wine we
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney
morning when I was just two or three
Everyone around who didn't quite fit in the mix
Turned and waved goodbye and disappeared without a hitch
Except my