Crush Hour Masta Ace (Ft. Pav Bundy)

My nickname is the M-U-S to the I-C Man

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Good morning World
What you doing on the corner girl?
Up with you, in the crib's where I want to curl
Cause you look so good, it's a crying shame
I'mma make a U-turn, come back around, try again
Tryna see if maybe I can get another glance
Blew the first one, maybe get another chance
Every car that roll by, cats is peepin' at you
Some are rolling down their windows and they beepin' at you
They all flirtin', tryna offer you a lift to work
But every dirt just really want to lift your skirt
I know you wishing this bus'd come the hell along
So fly you was born with propellers on
Amazing Grace in my face like the famous hymn
You looked at me, thinking I was same as him
Nah wait, I just want to take you on a date
You know, wine in the glass, food on the plate
Supermom, tired of putting on the cape
I could tell from your face that you want a break
I could see that you really need a vacation
So I'm circlin' the block, trying to make haste
Great taste, I could tell you're not a cheap date
But this cop keeps telling me to keep straight
He don't know we got a date with destiny
This construction on the road is really testin' me