Lyrics:
spouses
Now me and my daughter reside in different houses
What louses up the structure is leavin' things up to
The child lesser than a child runnin'
spouses
Now me and my daughter reside in different houses
What louses up the structure is leavin' things up to
The child lesser than a child runnin'
a penis and it's envy
Its intelligence is nasty and it's sick
A party animal, a pervert, and a pig If a crab louse mixes up with your saliva
nice
So put no one else above him, when you love him, really love him
Though it's two-to-one you'll wind up with a louse
It's so nice to have a man
nice
So put no one else above him, when you love him, really love him
Though it's two-to-one you'll wind up with a louse
It's so nice to have a man
me well
De-louse me, clean me up ‘til I'm free to go
I've been through anger, peace and honesty
And all I got was patience – yes I did
But the good's
keef
Or seeing Dolly Parton's tits
Nurse, make me well
De-louse me, clean me up ‘til I'm free to go
Keep it maximum
File under ‘Lost in the truth
to penetrate
Knock em down, pa, chop block of sounds lost
Cock the rounds, shot round the block
Mock renowned flocks, wow
Locks bunched up, spot the louse, crawl
done got my mf sauce up ,/sauce
Don't be hate don't frown /Ha
Young niggas drip to the core /code
Gang shit leave by the code
Rocking harmes, louse V
a run dread
Epidemic and a virus ha spread round
Can't afford to louse my head
So i got to use my head
So mi haile king Selassie an go natty up mi head
Mi
The time is ripe
To send him shooting up the pipe
But don't dear children be alarmed
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed
clothes, dutty house
Gyal dat ah nuh you, yuh skin nuh full ah crab-louse
True you ever look good and gyal ah watch yuh man out
Run go tek di man and dem
cried, 'The time is right,
To send him shooting up the pipe!
But don't, dear children, be alarmed;
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed,
Augustus Gloop will
up
I dey dey jam my Afro
Dey still wan spoil am with Hip Hop
I sow my sleep for slipt
Still sow my love for cash
My gee my gee
Your secret na him dem
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
the house
Perhaps he is better described as a louse
But still people came just the same
He'd smile on the bar to the people below
And one night he smiled
Middle finger up
J'ai le 0.6
J'suis dans l'banks (Freakey! Freakey!)
Ces tasses-pé veulent prendre ma vibe
Middle finger up, pas de boogie (pas
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
ride ma p'louse comme un char de golf
J'sors du lit pis juste j'fly comme un Airbus à Charles-de-Gaulle
Quand elle fait les drinks elle est danger
Spy spy pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well you can if you need to you won't be the first or the last
gotta be tonight my little
School babe
Your Mamma says you don't
Your Daddy says you won't
And I'm boilin' up inside
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose
down and not make a sound
And then they call me up and say hey come over
My husband has just left town
They tell me all their stories
We lay awake
lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally
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