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is in the puddin', why don't you just try it
The Super Ho is loose in your section
And he's armed with a powerful erection
So grab your girl and run
in your section 

And he's armed with a powerful erection 

So grab your girl and run for protection 

Your momma too, cause I like to mention
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
He knows just what I need each day he's with me in the night
And if my footstep heaven strays his hand will guide me right
[ Both ]
For his love takes
again, you had enough? Say when 
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken 
I get tipsy 
But never in your life try to dis me 
'cause I don't battle
too clever, however
I own my own label
Partners with Scott Larock, he's on the turntable
And partner lee smith
I'm exercising a true gift just
you in all of your glory

You like to tell me about brutal murders
You make me choke on my pasgetti
Korean airlines that was shot down by
your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin'
My facial hair is light red just like
wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh
But they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
Either runnin' on my gear or havin'
Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
[ Both ]
Sunday Sunday Sunday morning a new week starts and the old one ends
On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning
Start the day out right with your family
Yeah, Scott Storch

[The Game]
Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican
reasonable suspicion
Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin
Now you ask me for my license
with it every day
For every step I have to pay
The only thing that they can't take
The guilt that spirals in my wake

The love I put away
Like
Long before I ever saw
The frost upon your face
I was haunted by your beauty
And it drew me to this place

I felt the chill of mystery
With one
a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
And try ya
I'll move back in with Yaiyai.

My daughter, we named her Maureen.
Can you believe it?
(I never believed it, or her.)
Because she called
face is in his face, I tell him I understand perfectly
And he grabs my shirt and I grab his face with my hand
So he brings his fist up and twats me
of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella, three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature, student
[ Both ]
Sunday Sunday Sunday morning a new week starts and the old one ends
On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning
Start the day out right with your family
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door
Well, I thought I told you you couldn't call round anymore
And outside in the street
too clever, however
I own my own label
Partners with Scott Larock, he's on the turntable
And partner lee smith
I'm exercising a true gift just
the middle of doin' My Philosophy
Scott was killed and that shit got to me
But knowin' the laws of life and death
I knew his breath, was one with my breath
I
[GR8 Scott]
Whateva' fix your teeth, see the tooth fairy....

[Swel Boogie]
Looka here we got fruitcakes in the house, yo check it, check it

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