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lock me up

Oh, don`t hand me Johnny`s pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I`m havin` crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you `bout last
let 'em lock me up 

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup mama 
As I might squeeze him too tight 
I'm havin' crazy dreams again mama 
So let me tell you
'em lock me up

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, mama
So let me tell you
mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up

You know that little girl next door mama
I
got is spreading around

It really doesn't matter if you know how to sing
The only thing that matters is the girl that you bring
So when I saw you
everywhere I go
Well I've got some little something from every girl I know
I pair of fuzzy bobby socks a lock of curly hair
I always get a souvenir to prove
get a souvenir everywhere I go.
Well, I've got some little something from every girl I know.
A pair of fuzzy bobby socks, a lock of curly hair,
I
killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up

You know the little girl next door, Mama
I think her name is
to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down
would work.
You knew all along it wouldn't

[Chorus]
Oh, I'm prison bound
I did a crime one too many times.
It's on the outskirts of town, by
Touching My Ass
So then I get to the club
Looking like a drowned, harassed rat
And I'm greeted, not by Miss Rose at the door
But our friend, Johnny Five-O
away my freedom of expression and action.
Johnny says I´ll walk the line.
With three hots and a cof, and a lot of talk.
With lock-up, concrete
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly top
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
the curly do
I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
You think I'm jokin', I'm pokin' your girl, she lovin' me

Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm
Ladies and gentlemen 
Back by popular demand 
We got cool G Rap and Polo 
Singin it is now 
Rhyme Tyme 

 
I be funky to a junkie cause
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)

Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
 Get out some money!
 The ice cream man is coming!
 
 Chorus:
 Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
me 

Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD 

While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese 
Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs
Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
 Get out some money!
 The ice cream man is coming!
 
 Chorus:
 Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

Got the session on lock