Lyrics:
Oh girl, you already making my toes curl, can I explore a little bit of yo world, baby I can show you a thing or two about how to make that body hot!
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go
Longin' to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
my shirt off my body too
Knowing for my girl a little dream comes true
Sun is burning hot, my favorite drink in the hand
I enjoy it the whole day
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd
night along o' me,
And l'll tell you its daddy in the May morning."
"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
I was a boy tryin' to be a man I was just tryin' to be a man
I was a boy tryin' to be a man I was just tryin' to be a man
When I met you, it was
(Colt Ford, turns this thing up, mate)
Hey pretty girl, tell me what you think
Let this country boy, pour you a drink
Crank this party up and let's
gon'
Pass it or pop it
I still got a ratchet, a mask in the closet
Nigga
Ayo, I copped the Beamer with low mileage
I heard bein' broke by
People don't
I'm by the beach smoking okra
Them fuck niggas not in the picture
In the sunshine sipping mimosa
It's macaroni time no sosa
Them city girls not in
a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs
A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style
Like a jealous
home
Lord have mercy on a poor boy's soul
Crank it up and make these big wheels roll
Can you get me there by the morning light
And make everything
And fuck you man if you doubt my success
Peng ting by my side boid it
Petty little beef trying to avoid it
Ca these man are full of shit
Like an u
want to be kissing you, smacking those lips until they fall in two
I'm so lonely, girl I want to be kissin' you
Bye bye, bye bye, boy I'm thinkin'
go, gotta go
Bye bye, bye bye
Boy I'm thinkin' about leavin' U
Gotta go, gotta go, hey gotta go, gotta go
Hey girl I'm missin' you
Yeah my heart broke
to the beach now's over seas
Getting by ninety five now spending G's
But money doesn't matter that much to me
'Cause i still miss you
'Cause you know he
You walk through the door
Place is jammed
Lights are low they got a country cover band
Singing songs by Merle and hank
And one funny little tune
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
kasi
White boy say hood
Black girl say kasi
White girl say hood
Mawuphuma ekasi, noma ungakaze, noma ungalazi nyakaza
Black folk say kasi
White folk say
gonna get it, get it, get it
Girl I represent the Nappy Boy Clique
So I know that you heard (ohh, oh-oh), say word
(Nappy Boy)
Now let me see that
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Boy a fool, wonder what's cool
Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about
I heard your mans went cryin' to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops
shawty stop by
Cause we gone be alright
Told her ride with the team
Boys pull up at the scene
All gold, this must be a dream
Cause life ain't what it seems
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