Lyrics:
So give our women back, remember what you took is theirs
Living by rules that only promote rape
Molestors and predators protected by the state
Broken
bird-like woman
She's a daughter, sister, cousin, she's a grandmother, cousin
Baby, darling, honey, tramp, superstitious lady
And the tide is coming
tramp
You can get three for a score
At Wembley market you can get four
Some people in girl better
Blow t-shirts wanna picture but I’m too raw
Sorry, no!
the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
we'll settle for an eight-fifty
Don't blow mine, your trump card is exposed to pages
Now your beginning's already at the final stages
Pumpin like 12
Got an unlimited high
His love it is sweeter than pie
I’m telling ms Patti bye bye
So many want me to flop
But just like a soda I pop
I been set free
and diss me
cause business is drugs is gettin too risky
So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin
and what we all say goes
And every time a student is run over by a tank
And every time a pirate's dog is forced to walk the plank
Every time a Russian
Yeah
Uhh yeah
It’s ya boy Komadyan
They ain’t ready
I’m bout to take the world by storm
They ain’t ready
I don’t think y’all ready for em
They ain’t
Were found by his men and rode home again
Beneath the rising moon.
The enemy stood still with surprise
As Dunlavy flew down on them,
He found a page
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it from the back
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
(All you ladies pop your pussy like this)
Yeah
(Move
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
man...yeah..........Fuckin' look at her... Corrr!
This song is for all the sexy ladies
Penelope Keith, Debbie McGee.... Lily Savage (that's a fuckin' man, I told you before!)
Cole, Ben E. of Carole
Bee, Gipsy, Crimson
Of misschien wel die van Leon
Celine Dion, Eric Carmen, All By Myself
Is het Adele? Nevermind
On My Own, Patti
on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with
This isn't entertainment
This is not what you came for
Ladies take a seat, let me explain it
Locked into my basement
Several months at a time
Writing
forty-
five so i flip the record over
and she remembers with the smack of a snare.
cll through the hour we're serenaded
by the phantom voice of patti
and the tramp with da spaghetti tangle
Foxy lady, I will be your Django
Sipping on some mangos
Make a man go
You helping with the flow
Cause you take photos
we'll settle for an eight fifty
Don't blow mine, your trump card is exposed to pages
Now your beginning's already at the final stages
Pumpin' like 12
bring all the skeletons only one knows
To the light of this Broadway stage which is now his throne
Unless his big comeback is overthrown by her column
I
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
a read it
Every page I'll get between it, let me see it
Ohh excuse me lady can I talk to you for a minute?
Maybe?
Maybe aight Let me ask a couple questions
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