Lyrics:
by faith again
And follow our Lord's command
To go-o-o-o be fishers of men
Some have wandered for far too long
On the pressure point precise like
A kid on Fisher Price
Watch him kick it wicked nice
On the microphone device
Mc chris is comin' to your town tonight
Mc chris is
ready
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
I'm ready to do now, who now, you now
Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow
is all about
Why don't ya come along with us, if ya want to scream and shout
And especially come if you have no doubt that we're
Rockin it
did it on purpose because
That's what Eddie told them
Well, nobody had any money anyhow
And when Eddie's father got a job
In San Diego they moved away
Make sure everybody fed and it's not the tummy
Niggas makin' fashion statements and I'm poppin' bummy
'Cause I don't march to the drum that these
a lil' bread I take it out of state, that's straight
That pussy ass nigga think he so slick, he trying to duck off by the lake
And nah not Lake Eola, or by
a redneck
P250 with a lot of fricken clips
Lil Fisher with a lot of fricken whips
I eat all the chips, I hang out with the crips
I said no but that girl was
Melvin: Yes, my skin is black,
But that's no reason to hold me back
Eddie: Why don't you think about it,
Think about it, think about it, think about
much 42, shit I think its 43
She on her knees, uh
By that water, feel that morning breeze
Moved from rags to riches, uh
Yeah, that’s why they
probably
If music money didn't stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It's the game that we was
Montague street
His friend Eddie he did the respray
So he couldn't drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money
That he had saved up
To pay
or die - the mantra
Yeah
Do or die - the mantra
Some friends sold that white girl or that Ganja
For me it was selling life music to get cha on to
Either
yours ...They're married to stay, ...
Debbie Reynolds film star Eddie Fisher disks, that's how it's bin'.
Now Debbie has scaled the hit parade ...with
(uh)
I can't be no fisher
Girl I'm not that type of mister
No bishop (wait)
Slipping (uh)
Covid keep a distance (uh)
Neck me till it's stiffy
Don't get
goes one now
Coughing away
It is the day of his death
And getting fessed by
Clive the Knee-Master
And he's coming
For these herds of cattle
That wanna go
Montague street
His friend Eddie he did the respray
So he couldn't drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money
That he had saved up
To pay
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Mr. Brown, Mr. Blonde, Mr. O
Mr. Blue, Nice Guy, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blonde
Mr. White, Nice Guy Eddie, Eddie
Mr. Brown, It's a perfect storm
Mr. Pink,
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
yeah
They waiting for me to release
They like Eddie it's mando yeah
I wonder why that woman did that to me with that lasso yeah
I know my last girl
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be
I'm ready man
I'd never copy Nor-bit like Eddie man
Did you get it? Eddie Murphy was in Norbit
Or was it way over your head, did you forfeit?
Yeah,
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