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at night

He still opened up at sunrise
And the checker game went on
The cars flew past on highest gas
And the neighbors had sold out and gone

If
We are the light
Light of the world
Light up the night
When will we learn
Now is our time
Now is our turn
To burn baby burn baby
Oh oh oh
Burn baby
up with heat that's not expected
You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
We comin' hectic
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold

I'll face the music
I'll
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold

I'll face
you're pretty
In the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I'm not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
drink his baby blue, from a big bra-ass cup
Someday he maybe president, if things loosen you-up

[Chorus]

You'll take the train into the city every
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
chubby checkers and get it twisted
Realistic
I wonder do you swallow
Trying to find out today but you like any tomorrow

(christine mclean)
But tomorrow's
cos' honey's a Star Trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
Ayo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
In the process
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin' if I'm not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watchin' the late show by
My mind is cracked, I stand alone
And my way is dark as night
Back on the hill, the wind it moans
And big black clouds fly by

The rain fell
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
Called me up yo, late one night
Let's get busy 'cause the time was right
You know what she wanted, she wanted to do (What? What?)
Yo she wanted to date
Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep, Princess Superstar - The shit is deep
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
She said, 'I've been up all night and half-scared to death
I can smell the liquor on your breath
I paid for your rehab with my IRA
Boy, your
in the mornin’
And some nights we’ll go out dancin’ if I’m not too tired
Some nights we’ll sit romancin’
Watchin' the late show by the fire

When our
Eternal night encroaches
Disaster speaks his name
Ignite the fires of Hades
A world engulfed in flame
You burn - in hell
Visions shared by the blind
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse

The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with
on
Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, tell her burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn
on
Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, tell her burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn