Lyrics:
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
space
And you wish the man you ran against could be there in your place
It gets lonely in the White House when you've been attacked
By the loyal
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
I don't like humus, I hate long lines
Nosy neighbors and the nation blind
Chirpy news anchors alter my mood
I'm offended by buzz words like
turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
I told you that I would return
But by the look upon your face you had already discerned
You pulled me to the side and you begged for me to stay
But
(Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo)
(Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo)
He don't play football, golf, or guitar
He's never been on Bandstand, Sullivan,
club, golf lessons
That's just par for the course
Sixteenth birthday
Pops in the yard with a horse
He say keep them grades up, she
Workin' hard for that
you the golf channel
I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
Many lines, many rhymes,
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
off the dome, no Sharpie (huh, yeah)
Working out looking like a Barbie (Ken)
Better not play boy like Carti (huh)
Your ass'll get smoked, Bob Marley
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
Trade 'em in for stability,
And some time on the green.
And you don't even like golf,
But you know your boss does.
Suck his dick, and help him pick
a nigga stand next to me (nope, never)
Everybody a hot nigga 'til 12 pull up, get cold feet (cold feet)
Stay by myself, ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga
Square dance
No matter which side you're on
Or where you stand
Take your partner by the hand
And each pair dance
The Washington Square dance
The theme is
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
By: mac mcanally
With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan b was foolproof
He drove off to her place
He yelled out his
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
And at the golf course I'm under par
And in Hollywood they want me to star
I've got a house as a show place
But I can't get no place with you
You're so
On the golf course, I'm under par Metro
Goldwyn have asked me to star I've got a house, a
Showplace Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're so
Price of living here has gone sky high
But guys like me we're always getting by
Babe told me, "A lean dog can run a long race."
CHORUS:
All I know is you
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