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[Performed by Lita Ford]
Went to a party last Saturday night, didn't get laid I got in a fight. uh-huh, it ain't no big thing. Late for my job
to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
it's time I said me a few choice words
All  about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
There's nothin like bein in love an' starin at a big ol' moon.
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
Somebody had their rear end
to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
the city she buys clothes by the pound
just to fool me
into thinking her way

(Refrain:)
Come sing a winter tune
a winter tune so gay
It's too bad
Our operators are standing by
To provide you with excellent service
The mother-tongue makes you you want to die
And also understandably nervous
I
children.
I wield ye to stint this brawl!
Nigh is the ford yet harken! Do not thwart!
Desirest thou to do it withal,
I shall cause thy body by one head
up
Mother fucker must ain't learned
Back in the day used to down with a burn coat
(I'm burnin' up)
Light got the Lord on the top floor
In a Ford
up
Mother fucker must ain't learned
Back in the day used to down with a burn coat
(I'm burnin' up)
Light got the Lord on the top floor
In a Ford
He ain't handsome, he ain't witty, he ain't cute 

Lives in his mother's house, wears a brown suit 

He works, gets paid twice a month 

Tells
Artist: Scarface f/ Devin the Dude, Tela
Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com

Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good

[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
Look
Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac?s, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price
Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac?s, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price
Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac's, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price
ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun
Bell-Bell-Bellisle

Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
Your mother, you fuckin faggot 
 La da da, da da da, da da (repeated) 
 Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody 
 Rest in
a killing and they gone
Hip-hop used to say, "Rock on, baby bubba!"
Now it's dang diggy dang da dang!, more baby mothers
And less men at work
And that's
a couple delorises
Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia
Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia
Keep
the blunts
What's up, Arch? 
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory
ignored
They pray I'm on the wrong end of that Ford

They want me man down
They want me man down

Okay let's start it from scratch, put it all online
My
With my eyes open I tried to focus
I see my mother
Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her
I see my brothers
And I wonder, how quick the game
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
mother was always movin
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
Goddamn, mama, what's the point?
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Jump