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Albums:

Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hip Hug-Her [Single] (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hip Hug-Her/Doin' Our Thing (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) · The Mar-Keys: The Extended Play Collection, Vol. 93 (The Mar-Keys) · Heaven I Need a Hug (R. Kelly) · Monday at the Hug and Pint (Arab Strap) · Hug My Soul [US CD Single] (Saint Etienne) · Monday at the Hug and Pint [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Arab Strap) – and 90 other albums »


thing is keeping me off track

Hug my Los
Brush her teeth
Read her books
Put her to sleep
Pack her lunch
Drop her at school
Head to the studio
Turn
Well down through the ages woman's had a time
Tryin' to get her man to walk the chalk line
To keep him on a string with a kiss and a hug
But there's
dancin on the Sunset Strip 
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips 
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend 
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda
drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by
how many hugs I get

So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus
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
window
He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth

But Marla got her fingers on the trigger
She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair
The pistol
to give her your keys 

Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep 

Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? 



[JD] 

Now, is it
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
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
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
and you yeah, Snoop

All day wanna play, wanna rock with her
All day, every day on the block with her
My city, oh really be popping huh?
64S, hip hop
with a chrome strap
Haters that trip get blown back
We off that hash and cognac
Head bussin' we on that
Wanna freak out better pull that ho
Take her
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I caught you peekin'by the corner of my eye. 
Me I'm never sleepin' bet you think I'm fly. I'm tryin' to take
A girl home tonight
and affection, all she wanted was heaven
Lessons, blesses, hugs and kisses, a thug is vicious
I met her on the Isle to Port of Riches
Sportin' nice ridiculous
lips to her fragrance
And them curvish hips how could you blame him
A queen got to be crowned
So like I ain't cause you know I'm a hold you down
nerves
That's my word, digging her enigma that exist
In a sister, carefully wrapped in her figure
We connect like a collision and hug, just to knowledge
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
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,
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
At times my
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
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
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,
at the keys
The coping mechanism in his LMNOP's
Went from healthy to unhealthy to a hell he never leaves
Cineplex Jesus, curse at the curly fries
Mulling
and it hurts 'cause it's worse
Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a hearse
Wussup wit the love?

This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn