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
