Lyrics:
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car
Frenchies don't seem to care
Don't know why, mon frere
But they love me there
I'm a genius in France
Yeah, I'm a genius in France
Gonna make a big
I'm a little bit redneck, mother (Oh yeah)
Little bit six-piece swimming in hot sauce
Little bit y'all, little bit brother (Woo)
Little bit
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
from the wrong side of town
Oh Bobby Little lives on the other side of town,
She stands beside him in her wedding gown
, oh baby
Ladies
There's some jealous guys in our town, oh baby
I go by the name Puff Daddy
And I'm a Scorpio, check this out
Girl
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
as I suspected
It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I'm right
So anyway, he
down
In central station
In front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
Little 22,
my name is dirty dan (Dan!)
Huh weird flex yea
Little wrist (Wrist)
Big watch (Big watch)
Your diamonds dancing (Diamonds dancing)
But not for long
down
In central station
In front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
Little 22,
Please don't let it fade away
Time's quickly flashing by
The old days will never come back
Oh you and me were in the ghost town
Just recollect the things
Oh, gather 'round friends
Why hurry? Let's all stay a little longer
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oh yeah, it's time
really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they
good for goodness sake
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town, yeah
good for goodness sake
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town, yeah
telling me
You gotta know the territory! Spend a hand
Lend a grand
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty
Two-by-four kinda store anymore?
Gotta go! Gotta
up your standards, oh-oh-oh
I'm talkin' that big talk
Big boy, big talk
If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?
Is your car in your
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Oh, Santa Claus is comin' to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Santa Claus is comin' to town, woo hoo
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