Lyrics:
tryin', but there's just no use in denying
The boy is mine
I can't wait to try him
Le-let's get intertwined
The stars, they aligned
The boy is mine
tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah, I know
All I'm asking, baby
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
part of the scene
She met the man and she did the smack
Paid the price layin' flat on her back
Wanted so bad just to please the boys
They ended up
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
part of the scene
She met the man and she did the smack
Paid the price layin' flat on her back
Wanted so bad just to please the boys
They ended up
about the Flinstone boy
He got trouble but he ain't no joy
Please don't talk about the Flinstone boy
Please don't talk about the Flinstone boy
Don't
suck dick, lick the head and all
Heard you talkin' 'bout I'm real, I'm fraud
Your kids and broad, they straight, you shouldn't care at all
Please
Personal business on the line then
Please people see my heart
No matter what level you're at in
Life there is still a struggle
And a balance art family
to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings
May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady
had been a sin the gravy was too thin
And I'd work no more at the sawmill
Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill
And if you
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said no, boy would you come home to me
[Chorus]
(And) I said, ramblin' boy
been a sin the gravy were too thin
I can't work no more at the saw mill
Talk about a poor boy talk about a poor boy let me have a dollar bill
[ steel ]
(Boys will be boys, but girls will be women)
(Boys will be boys, but girls will be women)
Boys will be boys, but girls will be women (hey)
Boys
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl,
boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
stand aside please
No pictures, do you hear?
No pictures of my wife
No pictures of the boy
Hey, hey Christine, why Coney Island?
Your first concert
want is your smile around.
Boy you bring so much joy (Baby yeah).
No one has been more into it the way he feels.
And that's what turns me on loving
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