Scoop DeVille - Poetic Justice: The New Yorker Dorm Chronicle lyrics

[Intro] Damn! where'd the time go? (Put them up high 2x) Just a little bit And you know I go by the name 3C's shorty Look! [Verse] She was bad, someone you would wish you had an*lyze what's her mission, you're wishing more glad than sad Let me be prolific, she was fine, recall our first dance as we sipped wine Kiss on her neck, I pa**ed two lines, and that was on purpose, but just on time Play a player but just one played, it's also funny that we're both tryna get laid Got her hair did, I got a fade, and i'm balling like Dwayne Wade I would grade her best feature an a, and that is her smile Life been the best teacher for days, just won't pick nor dial That sounds like poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you you're bipolar, really wouldn't care if you felt insulted I particularly wrote a poem in this song, dedicated to the fast blast You got cla**, now my past, not my first, nor my last Come holla at a g when your mind right, and optimistically you kept them legs tight Sour diesel in the blunt, let's take flight, such a perfect moment in time, to dim the light Another man's girl had bad intentions, and I should've mentioned the just smash deal But I can never right my wrongs, unless I write them down for real, P.S [Outro] I told you this already shorty Call me crazy for this one Earl Let's get it n***a I'm out