Correction Lyrics 4 Better or 4 Worse (Acapella) by Fatlip

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Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda
(Do you love me Tre? Do you really love me?)
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I, I do, I do
No, no, I do, come wit' it

Ah rooma zoom zoom, I'm off to be wed
To Rhymealinda, I remember, um, when we first met
In '82, back in school, used to play her for the fool
Sometimes she'd be my number five, sometimes she'd be my twenty-two
But um, screw the dumb sh*t, 'cause little Rhymea's true
I can't wait to say "I do", and all y'all honеy dips, I'm through
I got my chariot rollin', now I'm mic controlling
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
We'rе rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes
One is little Mike, the other's Ike, I'm sure that you would like
To hold 'em, or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes
When they're born, I've sworn to bring 'em up right
You know, dope is how I breed 'em, beats is what I'll feed 'em
They'll be healthy like a health nut, I'm sure you shake your b***
(Kick the verse, preacher) And I won't disperse
Here's my life, Rhymealinda, for better or for worse

And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't, stop (What)
And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't stop, you don't stop (What)
And you don't stop
Well it's done, she tagged me, duck duck goose
I'm batter up, I can't sleep, the fly brother must produce
The power pack and I'm stacked like a .45 mag
Straight up tennis shoes, in my pants there's a sag
Droppin' so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Sh*t, I met a sl*t, she, put me in the rut, G
With the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front, me? Never, too cool, however
I gotta get the bread (Bread), gotta get the b***er (B***er)
Fix it up eat it down throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (Creamed it) gotta
Skinny-dipped into her a** as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin' hotter so I bought her a new ring
Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
I gotta kiss her a** my tongue I hold before I curse
If you really want me, b*t*h, take me for better or for worse

And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP (I got it!)
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP
And you don't STOP, and you don't STOP (Hello?)
Well, this is the final chapters of me ("Hello? Who is this?")
So I'm going to rack up in tune, in tune, in tune
("Why are you calling my house? Who is this?")
A b***on, a b***on, a b***on! Oh c'mon, honey ("What?")
Would you come along with me down the lane ("Mike, is that you?")
And I will pick your brain
("Oh my God. Who is this? I'll f**king call the cops, don't call my house")
I won't pick it like you think I will
I'll take a hammer and start to drill ("Oh my God, who is this?")
Your skull, and then I'll really start pickin'
Your brains cells I will be lickin' ("What?")
Mmm, mmm, mmm ("I'm gonna call the cops, okay? Quit f**king around")
You taste so intelligent
Ah, yes, yes, yes ("Hello? Who is this?)
You trusted me, now I busted thee
("Help me! Who is this? What are you doing? Why are you calling me?")
Top of your skull
You thought the day was going to be DULL??
A little very exciting
I took your fingers then I started biting
("Who are you?! Why are you calling my house?")
And then I scraped the meat ("Stop calling here!")
Off the bone of your leg ("Don't call here anymore")
Ah, you tried to make me beg
But I had to insist, I had to insist, I... ("Oh my God!")
Went up your pu**y with my fist (*screams*)
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard ("I'm gonna call the cops!")
Don't stop it yet ("F**k you, don't call my house!")
Like this... ("Like what, like what, like what")
Like this... ("Like what, like what, like what")
Like this... ("Like what, like what, like what")
Like this... ("Like what, like what, like what")

(Sexy young slimmy)
Yo, I'm Audi, G
(Get on my jimmy)
No doubts manufactured
(Sexy young slimmy, get on, get on, get on)
No, uh, copies, we can't, uh, do copies (Woo)
No copies, okay
(Baby, baby, yeah; baby, baby, yeah)
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it is, huh?
(This is for Mrs. P, that sexy young slimmy)
What you talkin' about, man?
What you talkin' about n***a?
What you know about the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in L.A
(Sexy young slimmy)
See, the brothers needs some type of education
(Get on, get on, get on)
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uh, community
'Cause the mute-co, duh, the community grows like seeds
(Get on, get on, get on)
And the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the gra**
So n***a get off your rusty black a**
(Get on, get on, get on, sexy young slimmy)
Like this (Like what, like what, like what)
Na-na-na-na-na, like this (Like what, like what, like what)
(Get off my jimmy)
You can get with this (Huh?), or you can get with that (Okay)
I think you get with this because Fatlip's fat
Fat, fat, Fat, Fat, FAT, FAT
Uh, okay, um, okay, uh, keep going, keep going, keep going
Keep it going, hey, Romye, Romye
Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
Come here, come here (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Come here for a second
Ayy, Rahsaan, Rahsaan, Imani, Imani, I think you—
Oh, oh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh

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