Lyrics:
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
three
Close your eyes
Come with me yeah yeah
One two three
Open your eyes what you see yeah
It's easy like ABC's
Imagine us how you want it to be
Verse
A to B then C to D
E and F then G
Verse 2
H and I then J to K
L M N O P
Chorus
Q R S T U V
W X Y and Z
Bridge
Now you know your ABCs
Sing
Verse
A to B then C to D
E and F then G
Verse 2
H and I then J to K
L M N O P
Chorus
Q R S T U V
W X Y and Z
Bridge
Now you know your ABCs
Sing
wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brick-house to come back
And conduct just one more
in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent
You burn up
****** VERSE 1 ******
What you know about me besides a Google search?
From a city where we taught to do the worst
Lead by paper we go draw it like
Scotty
Hello, my watch yellow
Earrings on my bezel
Can't fit in my schedule
'less booty like jello
She know I slang kilos
Shout out to my 'migo
I
I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody
One man standin' on two words, heal everybody
Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must
wed"
Golden ring with one tiny little stone
Shining ring, now at last it's found a home
By itself it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make
I don't know
Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles
If I ever start to slide I can kiss this world goodbye
Must be two miles down that
with a brand
Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald
But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G
Had
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write, "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my love
change with the green handle
Bars where the grips is clear
The cool kids in the sandbox ya'll can't play
Say ya abc's not a bay bay
I got the all blues
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
with the DPG'z
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z
[Snoop]
DPGC, ba-by
ABC
This is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter
Oh, now put your back into it, uh
I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it
Let me do it
To the left, one, two
cops on my chop, but I just sell music
These niggas don't have heart to fight, they'd rather let twelve do it
I'd rather be judged by twelve than
And the approval ratings high
And so someone's gonna die
Well ABC NBC CBS bullshit
They give us fact or fiction
I guess an even split
And each new act
the rock
Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch
Of a crucifix clock
Two miniature Romans, running on rails
Appear every hour and bang in the nails
I
Speaking, Speaking, Speaking.
-Pt 2-
cre you listening, listening, listening? cre you listening, listening listening?
-Pt 3-
I, I, I am here, I, I, I are we,
thirty three V tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
Two must, so I'm a get three more and cop you one
Wait,
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
Mixy Parts 1 and 2
pt 1V1
Yo, I remember when we were all just kids
Rockin' Jam Pony tapes with all their hits ( when listening to beats was all
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