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Yo this one aight though Yo, me and Cool V Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in (Verse One) Don't you like when the winter's gone And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm The trees and the grass start lookin fresh And the sun and sky be lookin their best Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin A lot of brand new cars be zoomin Fly girls lookin the best they can be And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see Besides all that I like the warm weather Cause that's when you can get yourself together But I like Easter time with a grin Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy You used to get dressed up in double knits And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits The good ol' days, was back then And the reason I reminisce, cause. (Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down) It's spring again Everybody know it's spring again To the girls and boys and people above This is the time to fall in love (Verse Two) Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend And you felt that the world was comin to an end Sittin around the house poutin for no reason Just because you thought your man was skeezin For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray Thinkin about the ol' happy days All of a sudden, the telephone ring He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings Joy and happiness into your life Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife I'm tellin you girls keep the man that you got 'Cause if he cheats you might need a V.D. shot You know two wrongs don't make a right And if he did something wrong don't do the same it's not polite Please don't make this breakin' up a trend, because... (Verse Three) Now fellas - have you ever met a girl that tried to front And wanted you to act like you was on the hunt I used to see my homeboys frown and fret For a girl that always tryin' to play hard to get I know I caught it myself I must admit And said anything you want you gotta work hard for it Me the diabolical be obsessed? And go after something that a girl possess? They're really owning yours like a pair of drawers They want you to be like Santa Claus They want drug dealers, and four-wheelers trucks, jewelery They expect me to steal, huh? Shee-aht, I know they must be buggin' They better hit the streets and do their own muggin' But in this case, you'll just over look her Send her on her way and say I can't help ya hooker
Writer(s): Biz Markie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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