you still would love him anyway Yeah, you know you'd love him anyway Charles Nelson Reilly won the Tour de France with two flat tires and a missing
yeah Posted on the block, girls screaming, oh yeah Tap to my fellas on the corner, oh yeah Gyro from bodega, tastes good, oh yeah, oh yeah Then I peep to little miss
to eat If you love me, you would've done those things All I wanted was a smile For you to stay a little while It's too late for it 'Cause you forgot the little
lookin' for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid And walk
more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it Like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah go ahead little
a fingerprint, I never find a match like you Thanks for your patience you find a man I hope it's true If you know I was out of line, I miss you like
m lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid And walk
my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee What, what? I like the green, know what I mean? Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean You know what? I like you, little
can't forget it Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma" Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss And I never let a clown disrespect my miss I need
the block to get medicined up, lick a shot for the Sake of licking a shot and every time I'm far away From home I'll be missing my block, D-Block nigga
Word up! It's just a little somethin to tide you over, word up The "KRStyle" album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room We gonna bounce these cats this
her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
[Verse 1: Agginy] I missed you so much I followed you to day You keep stayin' out all night and that ain't the way To keep a happy home so I'm strappin
fat sacks, we matched, we relaxed To kiss but I never twist 'er, she wished for the better mister I mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became
poke ya I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps Crispy clean, no strings attached Little bump-n-grind, miss
and ride from 'side to texas Give the game up since I came up Blew my name up, check out the rhythm Make them all wanna flame up Strike a match to a
If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low [Pharoahe Monch] It was all too prevalent The evidence was that she can't fuck you Miss you like she miss
