Lyrics:
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
Prince, Lionel Richie or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders or the B-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
'Cause when
Agh! No! Never! We have no shrubberies here.
ARTHUR: If you do not tell us where we can buy a shrubbery, my
friend and I will say... we will say...
that the metaphysical shower
That you gon' get by making think you love
Tell me if it's best
That I give you control
Cuz I'm willing to give you
My
me for it (you gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open (I may never say never)
Right now it's just too many fine ladies out there
know I'm vegan but coming with beef
Patti Labelle how you love and you need
Under a spell when I planted my seed
I'll whack you tomorrow not talking bout
assisted on the microphone
More like Patti Labelle, on my own
Just single-handed, the mic I commanded
Phony MC's don't understand it, and it
Is the real
like Patti LaBelle
Cute little waists
And a fatty as well
She too much work so I’m swapping my Shifts
Talking that shit but I’d still never tell
Grab me
I'm Late but I'm Here Though
She Like God You My Hero
Run Up those Robert Dineros
Capt. Save Em (shh)
Hey, You Cant tell me I aint no Hero
I aint no
your bitch like derek jeter
Flip pies like patti labelle
Break it down and I know it's gonna sell
Get caught and I know he gunna tell
Pack it up oh they
you're really real or not, can't take a loss, I can't take a L
I'm famous as hell, I ain't really well, but I'm hanging in there like Patti Labelle
I
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
again and we're gonna keep on marching
I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores
While I'm flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Eating all
This is a test, sugar, sugar, boo boo
This is just a test, tell me
What do you know about love
This is just a test, it ain't your life
Tell me
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's
to reign, hey
We danced all night to the songs they played
Weekend come again do it just the same, hey
Now I feel it to my heart
Being such
to reign, hey
We danced all night to the songs they played
Weekend come again do it just the same, hey
Now I feel it to my heart
Being such
[Patti]
I can´t sit here while I go nowhere
Chase my dreams through the polluted air
[Joss]
Walking on a wire, running out of time
[Both]
There´s no
Yo, Face, turn me up
Turn me up a little bit more, yeah
He probably would tell you you're beautiful
If he could talk to you
I mean, if there was
get played
This is a lesson I've learned from nearly two decades
So I'm on my own like Patti LaBelle
Who's friend, who's foe, yo, I can't even tell
like "What up, my man?"
I need some raw shit and he recommended the Tascam
I'm talkin' hip-hop shit straight to tape
He did the Salad Days demos on it
know that you be doing’ it
I swear
You be doing it well
The Plate got soul Girl you really could tell
Love Need
I want you Like patti labelle
I Keep
tux with a suede lapel
They'd never think I used to sling pies like Patti LaBelle
Watching two bitches eat each other while I'm pickin' my nails (woo)
to reign, hey
We danced all night to the songs they played
Weekend come again, do it just the same
[Verse 1]
Now I feel it to my heart
Being such
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