Lyrics:
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 at every party
If only
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 at every party
If
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
a nigga but the nigga wasn't me used to meet me in October by the street
Did some things that I wished you never seen left my heart somewhere in the D
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
doubt
{Chorus]
Ronald Isley: If you love me,(I love you) then how could you go
Patti Labelle: It's not about the love, its just I've had enough maybe
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
like Patti LaBelle
"Never mind if I carry on", like Pharell
Baby (baby) , gimme di cell
Cause a fimmi wireless, anuh fi Digicel
Call me fi gimme di titty
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
You was Mohamed Sanu in fact
I'm blacker than running numbers in sou-sous
On a cruise with Patti LaBelle
Screaming church hymns and blues
The fuck's
to gain a smile
Listen while you hear it
There's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
While the boys from
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
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
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous (yeah, yeah)
Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me? (Ayo, ayo)
Ayo,
Baby call up on me I'll be there(I'll be there)
Ima put u in Gucci, Channel('Nel)
Girl you know you my pretty labelle(Pretty labelle)
You was from
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
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
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
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
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy sin'ers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fuckin' Patti LaBelle
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
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