Lyrics:
you in the house?
Japan, are you in the house?
Everybody, are you in the house?
Baby, baby come on
Baby come on, baby come on
Oh, when you walk by every
girl your sweet like cocoa
You know know
Make her put on a little show show
Move your body swift to the flow flow
You know know
Baby girl your sweet like
Know she wavy that tsunami
Cant keep my hands off her body
Shawty she got it she know that she with it
My little hustler baby let's get it
Needs
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
and watch the clouds roll by
And spend my day wasted away in the sunshine
Me and my lady we'll catch up
Spend a couple hours just making love
Then it's
(Cap)
Sweet like some maple
Splittin' the hash, I fucked up my table
Mess with my plans, we gon' put in some staples
Pop in ya house like I'm doin'
three fifth human
And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
Brother George is back again and never did look finest
It is time
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I
hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I
(You don't really want to know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
[Verse Two]
Soakin' in the bubbles, by Body Shine
You know sometimes
I just gotta single out
A single lady
And let her know
As I sing out my next single
And keep it wavy
You're my dirty little
a rude awakenin', by ignorin', I pull the signs
Why did I give you the keys to authorize shit on my behalf?
Now, I'm scarred and mortified
What did I
Could I get a little more of the music in my ear
New Year New Me
Dump her
Do me
Think you serving bad bitch
But its giving Choose Me
Passive
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Attention!
I like a man who's nice and sweet
But he can stand at attention
I like a man who's down for me
Yeah he seduce me like a soldier
I put my
All the ladies of the canyon
Wearing black to the house parties
Crosby, Stills and Nash is playing
Wine is flowing with Bacardi
But sometimes
Sweet lady Nancy you tickle my fancy
I sure get antsy when I think of you
Would that we could we would make it so good
But now it’s understood I’m
I Feel Lucky
Music: George Criston Widule
Lyrics: Dean Warren
V
Opportunity came knocking, when she showed up at my door,
With some papers from
money
She don't want nothing from me
A classy type of lady
But sweet as honey baby
Living in the fast lane
Sipping on some champagne
High on some maryjane
by every night
Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine
I get kinda hectic inside
Mmm, baby, I'm so into you
Darlin', if you only knew
All the things that
Pretty lady, killer smile
Got the chills down my back for a little while
It's only natural, it's what you do to me
Separate my fiction from fact
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
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