Latoya

Alright, party people in the place to be Here we go, on the one they call MC Precise, Just-Ice, on the mic The one they call DMX on the beatbox for your four minutes of pleasure Wind it up Latoya La-la-la-la-latoya Come on, clap your hands, wind it up Keep it up, while I tell you like this A fresh little story, be sure you don't miss It's a scoop for ya, the truth for ya I can go on for days about this girl named Latoya I was walkin' down the block [?] My boy DMX, so what the heck, so I Saw this fresh girl that I never saw Before, but in my heart should be adored And, herefore, could never ignore It's a guaranteed love that's highly secured [?] screaming hard, and really dedicated As the size of my life for one or two minutes Then my man DMX just stopped and said: "Yo, stop frontin', and use your head." So--I went over to shoot my best shot Takin' up the combination to crack the jackpot So I said Hi, she said, "Goodbye Leave me alone because I don't have the time." I said, It takes a second, or something lesser I don't want to frustrate you with no pressure Again I ask, and be polite I don't want you to turn around, and say Goodnight It had to be something I said To make her stop in her tracks and turn her head When I spoke she listened with the utmost attention And at the end of it all I didn't have to mention Nothing really, because it was clear Now I have the right to call her my dear Freshly [dipped?] and intricately spoken But I wanted to leave this young lady heart-broken Call it vengeance, or call it revenge I'm gonna get her back for what she did to me in the beginning Now don't fear me, you just hear me Well what's the matter with you, you're lookin' dreary Look at ya, stiff like you're frozen Cause while you were choosing, you were being chosen So don't front, because I'm willing to bet That no guy has told you off like this yet Ha, I'm tired so I'm leaving Stop pulling on me, and please stop screaming She looked at me with tears in her eyes She said, "Is this really goodbye?" I said I'm leaving, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again Kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go So now I'm here to do my thing To grab a mic [?] To get fresh is a serious must You can say Mr. Ice or say, Just Give me a rhythm that's supposed to be next To get fresh on the beatbox, DMX So now I'm here, here's a point I have to prove Too soon, real smooth, and make the body move To the sound of the X that's really precise On the mic, Just-Ice, that's right, you know why I won't forget, [there won't be no neglecting?] When Latoya's in my arms, you know she'll be sweating And pleading, and starting to beg And then you might see something wet dripping down her right leg [?] you know a girl like that You can sell her some shit and some bullshit facts [Deal with?] precision, until the very end That's right, talk to her or her girlfriend If that doesn't get her, I know how to fix her It's a small thing, I'll talk to her sister [?] right or wrong, but who's to judge I got both of them back, I settle my grudge I can see both of them, at any place And it feels so stupid, cause I laughed all in their face A total disgrace, they oughta be chased God damn, what a shameful waste of... So uh, young ladies just rock the place And all yuk-mouths better use toothpaste