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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good stuff Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... Yeah, well you do that like right now ... and some wisdom for the people What's up with that? OK, I got it (brothers and sisters) Verse One: Booty Brown Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Refrain: Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies Refrain: On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Three: Fat Lip Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium way back in September Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Refrain: Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Four: Imani Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Refrain: Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Outro: Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
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Little Sally Walker, sittin in a saucer,
Oh, how I tossed that ass up Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could, But I didn't want to pass it up To the next man had my walkman bumpin on The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked (??) Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor My strange behavior led to an outburst The night felt good but the day got worse I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled By my whole school sayin "ooh" and i'm busted for real Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit What to say the least I'm so slick that they need to call me grease Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast Imani and your mom sittin in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g Yo first comes the tounge And then come the she my homey's m-o-m what (m-i-e) Yo, and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear cuz I stepped into his house his Mom's grinnin ear to ear Gigglin and winks for weeks I would encounter from this female She's sizin me up for the kill Oh what the hell is what I said to myself so that I wouldn't worry I'm sittin on the couch and wish Greg would please hurry up She offered me a cup of ripple broke out the titty Squezed her nipple said suck it if you like but please don't bite it I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it Before I could say alakazam (???) I took this old bitch in a doggie style Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit But all this numbskull could say was oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh sh- Son-of-a bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on! One fine summertime Sunday evening Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing Rollin in a purple samuri suzuki dookie braids was an aid to her sex appeal Dude she was dope man real dope on the wheel Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey a beep beep The next day rolled down to the beach Tuesday me and my new Crenshaw cutie Coolin on the beach and now she's rubbin on my booty Suck suck suckin on my neck like dracula But it wasn't all that spectacular (why?) Cuz everytime I tried to touch upon her tay-titty She would be like quit b Bitch was frontin but I didn't say nothin Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the button I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long Then it hit me oh please god no Don't let this ho turn out to be a john doe He pulled a fast one on me yo I guess that's one of those things that make you go: shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.... |
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(I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen, give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho bard)...man) trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet the sky is the limit but we superscede the greed for the speed is like way beyond limits I grab my parachute with like forks and spoons in it and I'm falling I'm falling my heart rapid rushes death before my eyes oh why did I trust this my reactions are repeated over and over and over oh it seems like I will never be sober (get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high 'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud) the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I look in every hip-hop magazine it seems that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell to let the touch he pass me by let the (left) catch hell if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess so don't pass me that mess or try to even protest that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine won't you pack the pipe and keep it movin' down the line the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I got a big ol' blunt I'm lampin' on my front porch about to put a torch to it then Coco said don't do it please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one (what are you doing (daddy)?) after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough so we rolled in the indoe as if the kid didn't know he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided about the bud now I have to play the part of the advisor because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser (figaro) so I said come're little man (whatcha want old man) and with his little hand he grabbed the pipe a lesson in buddah blessin' not too young just right so he started blazin' it was amazin' my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin but who am I to deny the kid a try at nature's little way of sayin' hi? (thank you old man) so pack the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) twisting turning burning rings of fire when I come into ya layer say ya pay yer fare for the fee I see the pipe the pipe is what I like I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight I really wanna smoke it I really want to smoke it (...) I choke it the indoe no jokin' I'm doin' it like this (I hope I do not get this by anybody by anybody by anybody by anybody what? uh huh uh huh well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you? yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike) why does your mother smoke pipe with crack on the inside she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth preachin' about what the world's goin' on I don' know what's up the bitch smokes a lotta heron every day a hard basehead I don' know what to say (where's bus (stop) we'll call you up) let's pack the pipe the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x3) who packs the booty on the side (wipe) I crack I've lost track it's a cheap fuckin' pipe I saw ya... (say when) the pipe dammit! (now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run) |
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Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
HELL YEAH! Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master) HELL YEAH! So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house) So everybody get on up and turn this mutha out! Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark If you can't slide then stay out the park and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop) The debonair MC, in the place to be Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long So the party won't stop until the break of dawn It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all When I play b-boy don't miss y'all Some people wear all that Fila gear Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere Say hoooo! HOOOOOO! Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop Throw your hands in the air and wave em like you just don't care If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH! OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop Back and forth, forth and back I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?) Eyes are red, you know that I can get down When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight Yeah, yeah, uh-huh! West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker, burn!! Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A. Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed I step in the party and I bust my move Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove Sucker MC try to call my bluff You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all Please please y'all, please please check it out y'all, yeah yeah y'all Yeah, please, please check it out So stomp your feet, and clap your hand While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand On the turntable, one and two We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you Like this... Like this... Like this... Do that shit, do that shit, do it! All my rhymes are hard as HELL I am the one and I PREVAIL You will SAIL, you will FAIL I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what? Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out Check it out check it out check it out y'all Check it out check it out check it out y'all Party over here! Party over there! Party right here! Party right there! Party over there! There's a party in the trunk |
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Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're 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 butt (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth Shup? I met a slut 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 how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta skinny-dipped into her ass 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 ass my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse *phone rings* I mean nah, just *phone rings* (woman) I got it! *click* Hello? Well this is the final chapter Hello? of me, we're going to rack up Who is this? in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house? a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What? Would you come along with me down Mike is that you? the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this? I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this? Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you You thought the day was going to be calling me? DULL?? I'll make it very exciting I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house? off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here! Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore But I had to insist, I had to insist Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops! overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!! Like this... ("like what like what like what") (repeat 4X) Yo, I'm Audi Geee No doubts manufactured No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it really is huh? Is that what you want? What you talkin about? What you talkin bout nigga? Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.? I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in the L.A. See the brothers needs some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the grass So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh Like this... nanananananana, like this You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter* Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should *music stops* Oh, duhh! |
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Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss Always got mad when the class was dismissed But when it was in session, I always had a question I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and help me with my problem, it was never much Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug She was married to the man, he was a thug, His name was Lee, he drove a Z, he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus First I'd write her name then carve a plus, with my name last, on the looking glass, I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass She keeps on passin me by... When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me That I should quit chasin' and look for something better But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture I'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga) all I can do is stare... Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer to get in her boots and it looks rather dry I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn't have me Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man She keeps on passin me by... Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try? Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance; And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance From a distance I desired, secretly admired her; Wired her a letter to get her, and it went: My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp! 'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so And if I was your man then I would be true The only lying I would do is in the bed with you Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender Damn! She keeps on passin me by... |
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Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn't fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stupid wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man's hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an anvil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: (shit is-shit is ill) through my will my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rhythm on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lab assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we're in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can't follow they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I'm going to make a million |
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(Slim Kid3)
The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost Follow my heart the most Don't play fools too close Sleep with my eyes at post So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life The knife sits by throats of the young and blows death straight through the lungs as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts And the niggaz by the nuts Ear, tongue and butts Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up but, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movement and move men soon They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of their doom Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb Chorus: repeat 4X Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own (Bootie Brown) Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran as I ran up and down the TV stations I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation by a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened Everything's the same the game continued into rappin Deception is at an all-time high You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn even though it is my soul that I do not even own Chorus: repeat 4X (FatLip) I was po', nlack and broke beyond a shadow of a doubt Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out Speakin about the time before I got signed I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line My big brother used to say I was an asshole didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle of high school, why fool wit' foolish rules and guidelines fuck the cap and tassels said forget the trade and tried rhymes Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U. I grab the MIC one-time Check it, 1-2, we in freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians Takin shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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