Lyrics:
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish
want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa
don't want fish cakes and Rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please, I want mine fried
I want the Frim Fram Sauce
With the oss and fay
With
don't want fish cakes and Rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please, I want mine fried
I want the Frim Fram Sauce
With the oss and fay
With
want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa
want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa
want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa
want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa
pubic hair
Crabs, aids and milkshakes
My pussy smells like fish cakes
Getting them out with my nit comb
STD clinic on the phone
Crabs, aids
to the Bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron
On Telapia fish cakes and fried black
Alright
This food is the best
It is a fish cake composed of crab meat
It is very delicious
It is a food I like to eat
Crab cakes
Crab cake
Crab cakes
to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
Where the gym was and the garage
And rows of stale marriage
No hand was as good as mine
Janet and John and fish cakes fry
And when it mattered,
to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
out it's a stick-up, hit the floor
You fish cake niggas, stay lipping off
Did your Mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battling session, what's up with it
I
a persons really got to eat
And a person should eat right.
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
goes out, to all you trout-fish
Cake niggas, keep my dick up out your mouth
Torture, torture, torture
Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know
a girl
She really got to eat
And a girl she should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye
Redman]
Yo, yo
F*** knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake n****s, stay Lipton off
Did your
Like i'm dj i run the city like D ray controlling the trap
With the free base meet me at tonys on gway serve you a p or some fish cakes
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