Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell you mirror what is wrong?
Can it be your De La Clothes
Or is it just your De La Soul
What you do ain't make believe
People say you sit and try
But when it comes to being De La
It's just you yourself and you

I'm the type of guy that can't control my girl
I try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
You're the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, I know the routine
I'm the type of guy that tells her, "Stay inside"
While I'm steady frontin in my homeboy's ride
You're the type of guy that comes when I leave
You're doin my girlfriend, that's somethin I can't believe
Cause you're that type of guy

I'm the type of guy that gets suspicious
You're the type of guy that says, "The puddin is delicious"
I'm the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear
You're the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that my boyfriend don't
I'm the type of guy to try to call you a punk
Now knowin that my main girl's bitin your chunk
You're the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and you can drive em crazy
I'm the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave you a sweater _kiss_ thank me, sweetheart
You're that type of guy

You're the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
I'm the type of guy eatin a tv dinner
Talkin about... "Goddamn it, you'ra kill her"
You're the type of guy to make her say, "Why I'm illin, Bee?"
...I'm the type of guy to say, "Your lower back is killin you"
...Catch my drift?
I'm the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English
You're the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
I'm the type of guy to say, "What I talkin bout?"
You're the type of guy to leave your drawers in my hamper
You're that type of guy

You're that type of guy
I know what you mean?
Check it out...

T-y-p-e g-u-y
You're that type of guy to give me a pound and wink your eye
Like a bandit, caught you redhanded, took her for granted
But when you screwed her, I couldn't understand it
Cause I'm the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin up and down, "That girl's all yours"
You're the type of guy to let me keep believin it
Go 'head to work, while you defrost it, and season it
You're that type of guy

You're that type of guy

Know what you mean

You're that type of guy

"So ridiculous"

So funny
You don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, I know what you mean?
You like just going to my frontdoor ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...

I always change the lyrics to songs


It's amessing

Moonbeam said:

lawd