Lyrics:
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
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
lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we
She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
A checkbook queen who had a manager well
And a bedroom,
to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh-huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead
and swallow
Another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on
I know you don't want it with me
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
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
to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh-huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead
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'm
Digable
I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on
It's only Logic, we got 'em mobber than
breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I
on and on on
Baby, can you tell me? T-Tell me
Where you go?
It was times when I seen you happy
Where you go?
It's been a minute since I've seen you smile
Yeah
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
of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about
RHYMES
More RHYMES
Party
status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
on me (hurt on me)
I said the hurt on me child (hurt on me)
Hurt on me (hurt on me)
And if that ain't hurt, tell me what can it be
I looked for
know you hurt him too
Honey, when I'm above the trees
I see it for what it is
But now my eyes leak acid rain
On the pillow where you used to lay
you go?
Where you go?
There's a light in the sky
It was brightened by your face
I could see it in your eyes
Then it went right away, yeah
So
of your heart.
Lay down the burden of your heart.
I know you'll never miss it.
Show your Daddy where it hurts,
And let your Daddy lift it.
It's a fine,
Revealing by right, he's heat but I'm light
He feel it shine bright, deleting all hype
I'm not shining, I'm glowing
Every rhyme is a poem
You been already
you're not with me
It hurts me so much, It hurts me so much
Sometimes it seems you're not with me
It hurts me so much, It hurts me so much
You are
I walked by the river
Where we said good-bye
Thought of your kisses
And didn't even cry
I'm gettin' better (gettin' better), I'm gettin' better
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