Lyrics:
jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top
call it
I watch these haters take they shots like they were alcoholics
"What is he wearing? Somebody jack that fool's steeze"
If I'm a faggot spell it
can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from
(see) you (you)
Hey, what it is, the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' your deals,
front, oh no, you didn't
I won't rape all the Pussycat Dolls? Nicole, you kiddin'?
I'll pee on Rihanna, see man, I do what I wanna
Spray perfume in
the catch, comes down at the 20-yard line.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Number 63 Lindstrom, from Boston College, has had a great year, Tom. Averaging two and a half sacks
Off topic, but isn't, pussycat distract you from intentions
On top of the grimace, round here, it's a reap to what you risking
Use your urge to get it,
shyness
Stripped away by days of being hailed as your highness
And what's new pussycat as you were once a lioness
They cut your claws out
Kitten, not
lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad
that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad situation,
Let us begin, what where, why or when
I take offense to pussycats hanging in the lion's den
All trends, second-hand versions
A knock-off
thought head bonk knock you out
I ought to see what chows about
Chow scroggy on my thought i check the sound
How body chumps do croak from too much snout
anymore
I'm seventeen, and I'm new here today
The village I come from seems so far away
All of these girls know much more what to say
But I know
I'm so
the street life
Living fast die young
Ya'll know what them streets like
Ain't nothing new we going through it day to day
Doing bad in the hood
Broke as fuck so
the street life
Living fast die young
Ya'll know what them streets like
Ain't nothing new we going through it day to day
Doing bad in the hood
Broke as fuck so
(2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
Here comes the brotha from the future
Man, I got what suits ya
Fake
oh)
Colour red is how I paint the track
(Red)
Bright side, painted black
Night time ain't that bad
Night rhymes by the bags
Whilst we shift dribs
Marvin Gaye
Or we can dress you up in women's clothing
[Chorus:]
Let's go shopping at the Pink Pussycat
You talk to the salesman
I'll hide in
Ayo, what the fuck you think a record
By Pussycat Dolls featurin' Busta Rhymes is gon' sound like?
Okay (ahh), yeah (ahh)
Oh, we about to get it
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin them burners up
You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I
Its n-dubz, n-dubz, what! Yeah!
Its n-dubz, n-dubz
Its n-dubz, n-dubz, what!
I should of new this from the start
That if we blow, all these people
Ayo, what the fuck you think a record
By Pussycat Dolls featurin' Busta Rhymes is gon' sound like?
Okay (ahh), yeah (ahh)
Oh, we about to get it
know why I went dead, it's not fun anymore
[KIM]
I'm seventeen, and I'm new here today
The village I come from seems so far away
All of the girls know
Or any other willful effort of the brain
Is futile
Nikola Tesla
Sleep is the cousin of death, said a prophet from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van
.jpg/300px-Pussycat_Dolls_(cropped).jpg "The Pussycat Dolls")
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