Lyrics:
Pretty Things In The Square

The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups He spends his time, Looking through other people's lives, The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang

Translation: Pretty Things. In The Square.

squeeze, plenty for ya 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed thinkin' 'bout this pretty young thing

a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares

her lick these nuts Get a square bitch, you gotta lie to kick it But with a nasty bitch, she'll just lick it and lick it I had a square bitch, man, she

Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney shit Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied

a lady Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared In the bed marks know I got the key to

their clothes and marching down the avenue singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!" mike bloomberg and jesse jackson sit in tompkins square

white to feel clean inside Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried And the bodies go by barely half awake Awaiting things to come again, nice things