Lyrics:
in the wind
Father pat gives benediction
Cross the coden bridge again
Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline
With the lonesome lady whine
a stew pot --
run, crab
nasty old lady!
here comes grandma
ha ha you
dadah dadah daaah, dat dah dahdah
DOW! Dat dah dahdat
(I got to be good to you baby)
Don't you know I'm good for you
How about that all-crab band
Ladies
Hey its yah boy dundee back on the mic
We gunna bring the funk tonight
All the ladies to the front
Dundee gunna show you how its done
Yo
Funk
on the wall walked right past my ex bitch
She miss when I beat up her walls but I passed that bitch
Aye my new lady too boujee got that crab leg stench
If
I was a farmer
I was a flower
I was an onion that had a lot of power
I was a lobster
I was a crab
I was a lady with a shopping bag
I left this body
mistake me for a singer I'm a spitter
I'd prefer to sip wine in a vineyard
Our tastes differ
Eating all season
My lady thicker
Butter corn dripping
ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So
ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So
Oh my God, how times have changed
These girl's either blind
Or completely deranged
But time seemed to halt
When I was, "Miss Baltimore Crabs
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
God how times have changed
These girls must be blind or completely deranged
But times seem to halt when I was miss Baltimore crabs
Amber! That move is
Of these back stabbing fugazeis
Factitious phonies always dressing like ladies
In skin tight jeans and makeup act-in crazy
We just a bunch of crabs in
changed
My whole family's lives
" Meek says over a plate of
Roasted crab and garlic noodles "Ross
Met my grandma a lot of
Times she thinks Rick Ross
Is her
frown when you see me up
Then got the nerve to smile
When you see me down
I don't understand niggas fuck it
You niggas in the hood are
Like crabs in
yah Go Go club gal a gi yuh deep throat
Yuh nasty like roach gal a catch crab louse
If yuh have one a dat gal fling dat out
Chorus: Lady Saw
From
Modafucker put the money in the bank nigga, Shit
I wouldn't give a shit I never gave a shit
And hear me motherfuckers I was killing crabs Nigga, shit
Crab inna barrel
Dem a run the rat race
Ready mi ready
Fi come mash up the place
Crab inna barrel
Dem a run the rat race
Ready mi ready
Fi come mash
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
aboard
Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also uplift
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
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