on the page A "Amanda, Ashley and Angeline" They'll live a dream Watch this song, live a sin (huh!) In the alphabet after A is B Brigitte and Britney love a
P's and prang patchy pampering pansies. Q Quality over quantity, qualify quantum physics, I question quarrelly quacks and I quickly quadruple quizzes. A quarter get queasy and
ground L and M and N and P won't start till o arrives Q and R and S and T are wearing clothes much too tight U and V and W are worn out from this song
my lap, in the jet to miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from q, for quiet killers And u know I deliver The
ya whan pedigree Cruise like Penelope Make a see yuh just bounce wit de Dutty Lee We keep givin you de Q to de U to de A (yea) to de L to de I to de T
, Q qat? What? Yeah, it's uh Q A T, it's an evergreen shrub It's a perfect scrabble word because it's a Q with no U There's not many of those, you have
and forth, for me on a c.d. D is for the dirty ass ways, you got I'm like them Brent Barry brothers, I don't miss a open shot And matter of fact, I'll
over here and you seein breakdancin over there and beatboxin over there and MC's over there And hip-hop was like a brand new thing, a brand new culture and
Now I Know My ABC's Next Time Wont You Sing With Me A-a-a-b-a A-a-a-b-a a-b-c's Smart Ass, Done Graduated A Life Time Of School And Were Glad You Made
my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and U know I deliver The
up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort of a freaky situation with a peppermint twist Ricky or Mike is next on the list. Nastified and all-funkified Come'on Come'on Come
Bake and break the laws of gravity And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee And all that LL shit, you can't see me You're cheap and weak, incomplete and
spendin up their money like, post them up and touch her up But it don't (?) tough, X-amount of (?) Son, bwoy, African and tough, all nice and decent A
L.L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command Give it to 'em Queen L.A L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command L.A L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command
high priestess of this hasta Although I'm not a dread and not a rasta There's never been a word I can't master I've always been, a piddly pastor I reign
sat and I attack Any crab MC that's down wit the wack And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech I'm terror
ground L and M and N and P Won't start 'til O arrives Q and R and S and T Are wearing clothes much too tight U and V and W Are worn out from this song
