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Toes Up, Toes Down (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tip Toes (Jayme Dee) · Tip Taps Tip (Halcali) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · Louis Prima Orchestra (Louis Prima) · Louis Prima [Weton] (Louis Prima) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 1 (Sam Butera) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 2 (Sam Butera) · Louis Prima [Nocturne] (Louis Prima) · The Best of Louis Prima & His Orchestra (Louis Prima) – and 90 other albums »


your mind, Dr. Frankenstein

I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my
your mind, Dr. Frankenstein

I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my
ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man mose

When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't living
Jack,
ups and kicks the bucket 
Just like ole man Mose' 

When you get no kicks from lovin' 
And you blow your top instead 
It's a fact that you ain't
the evening
looks so tight, toes are gleaming
take the tip from the kid
best to know
keep, keep my shit glossed out next to blow
budget ladies shop aholics
the .9

Double are and we get down for life!
Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
What! We
the bucket
Just like ole man, Mose

When you get no kicks from lovin'
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't livin'
Jack, you're dead

When
manage
To make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head?
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed"
So bust out the pumped up funk that I'm revealing
It was only the time of the newly born dead
With wispy cobwebs in your head
The polar moon looked out instead
Goin' wild

Liquor shifting
I swing from the trees into the slope
Hold my head high, just by the tip of my toes
And he lies, he lies so sweet that I choke

Tonight I choose
like stars

They fall from the sky, they run round your head
They litter your sleep as they beckon
They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread
fall from the sky, they run round your head
They litter your sleep as they beckon
They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread
They promise if only
it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down
Five Heartbeats.)
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the song.
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong.
And I say
on a vacation to Alaska
Fly to Nebraska for a date with Toni Braxton
Ice look like a drunk princess shaving her legs
Princess cuts from my toes to the braids
somethin' on an ugly folk
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Rather be goin' home insteada hearin' his own fo'
A drop top, flip flop,
There's a lot of people out here 
Who just don't know 
What plays a factor 
In movin' heads and toes 

It be them hits 
Hangin' out of them
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
right around the toes
And the crack heads beg, at about the lower leg
There's crooked police, that's stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like up
right around the toes
And the crack heads beg, at about the lower leg
There's crooked police, that's stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like up
to think let me puff
This Buddha blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and there's a
Freak deep
orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin? from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
the big trapeze! 
Standing on my tip toes while you brushed the dirt from off your knees! 
Should have come as no surprise no one else here did have your