Lyrics:
fine, he don't consider it cheating now
Red hair with a curl
Mellow roll for the flavor and the eyes for peeping
Can't keep away from the girl
These
curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and crossfades, okay
Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail
of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could
fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die
ounce
Girls with curls and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
(She thinks she's
friends, we like to hear you
When it's dark, you're home and fed
Curl up, snug in your water bed
Moon is shining and the stars are out
Good night,
the blues
She wore scarlet begonias
Tucked into her curls
I knew right away
She was not like other girls, other girls
In the thick of the evening when
friends, we like to hear you
When it's dark, you're home and fed
Curl up, snug in your water bed
Moon is shining and the stars are out
Good night,
wheels so I could keep on my bike
And you would give anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl
And you never
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
as well curl up and die, oh
Oh, can't you see what's inside of me
Yes, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to let my baby be
The other woman has time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails.
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
wearing second hand curls
I never get a single thing that's new
Even Jake, the plumber, he's the man I adore
He had the nerve to tell me he's been
The other woman
Has the time to manicure her nails
The other woman
Is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen
With pin-curls in her
you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
the chick I would pick as the absolutely perfect miss for me to kiss
Who is the girl who can curl me around her finger when we kiss again
Who can imagine
Well look out mama, your little girl she has changed
She cut her baby curls and she's got her act rearranged
Well look out daddy, what she needs
you're cut loose
From that Jheri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'm a give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that
And bangers with Jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die
Strict time
Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
And a cold sweat breaks out on a sweater girl
Strict time
Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman.
She makes love just like a woman.
And then she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks
to pass, they were both were blessed
By one little blue-eyed princess
With the softest golden curls you've ever seen
But then one day, he met this
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