Lyrics:
Dear, Ron MacLean
Dear, Coach's Corner
I'm writing in order
For someone to explain
To my niece, the distinction
Between these mandatory pre-game
[Freeway]
I'll A.K. ya tee, don't forget about Free
Chris and Neef, Sparks and Oski
All my niggas on the streets get low with M. Bleek (Whew!)
Who
of organ
Ain't it funky now?
Ain't it funky?
Huah, hit me!
Good god now!
Hah, ain't it funky now?
Hit it, funky
Filthy MacNasty haha
Ain't it
we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot
Like an out
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
gonna have a
Funky good time
We're gonna have a
Funky good time
We're gonna have a
Funky good time
Now, take em up, Fred
We gotta take you higher
jeans and sweaters
Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera
Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or
Get off the block, run south with M. Betha
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
Be -Sig' Fred
we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot
Like an out
gonna have a
Funky good time
We're gonna have a
Funky good time
We're gonna have a
Funky good time
Now, take em up, Fred
We gotta take you higher
news for Sue
I'm in love with you
I went out with Sue
So Dan went back to Kay
Fred became so blue
That he went back to Mae
Then Mae got
again
'Cause in the wind he's still alive
Oh, Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again
Take me back, back where I belong
Oh, Fred Bear, I'm
arms
I feel like Fred Astaire
Lovesick, my temperature's high
Just met a girl who believes we can fly
I'm a bull, not a bear
I'm a millionaire
Well, it's Friday and we're gettin' tore up
Headed down to the river in the back of Fred's truck
Remember that one time you said it was all right
the time
And I do what I wanna do
And you can't tell me
That I'm the man, man I'll save it for you
High, my life had been empty
Since you went away
I
are lots and lots of people who sometimes feel like this.
There are lots and lots of people who sometimes feel like this.
© 1968 Fred M. Rogers
Come on, pick up
Hello?
Rodney?!
Huh? This Fred
Oh I'm sorry hi Freddy!
What the deal B-Rocker?
Nothing I miss you man
Yeah
I
Hello, I’m Fred.
And I’m George
And we’ve got a joke shop
It’s bloody jokes.
Fred and George have got a joke shop
Fred and George have got a joke
Nightfall on Marsco
Cuchullin in sheets
This world of Maclean's words
Around us like spirits released
I came to love you
I came to drink
Though
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
Well, I'm a hard-working boy
'Cause my mama didn't
(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
I'm Fred Sharon, I'm out to love you
(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
But I'm Fred Sharon so I'm out to hate
you will get a love you never had
So Fred, come to bed
Oh my fantasy will drive me mad
Oh Fred...
Well I'm Max, I'm Max, baby don't be blue
OK Fred, now you're a yaga yaga
OK Fred, bully for you
OK Fred, now you're a yaga yaga
I wanna be one too
OK Fred, now I'm a yaga yaga
OK
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