Lyrics:
Ooh, let me grab your titty baby
Skippy Jones and I'm really kinda cute
Skippy Jones and I'm in the zone
Ooh
Yeah
Skippy Jones baby
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
your phone
And I gotta talk to you
All I ask of you
Is just don't lie to me
Just don't lie to me, hmm
All I ask of you
Is just don't lie to me
When it gets messed around with I?m the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.
[Jim Jones Talking]
I swear it wasn?t me
I swear that wasn?t me
I swear it wasn?t me I
Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits
But you'll find out Too $hort don't quit
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me
to me
At 33 on old black wax
You don't give them what somebody thinks will please
Just makes something that kicks! as I'm drinking
That George Jones
When I see ya babe
Ohh
I don't want to wait
When you do your thing
Ohh
Ring Ring Ring on the phone right now
My bad I'm not home right now
Speak up
and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you non-believers
It'll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a
Rude awakening, you can't do anything
You enter my
in her thighs
She telling me about how black people should enterprise
And I'm like, if you don't get your ass in this ride from enterprise
That I
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
Waited by the telephone, the phone that didn't ring
Now I'd rather be alone, buzz on, beat you, lost your sting
I don't want you anymore, when you leave
dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib wit thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Jus be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin
but
I'm a person too!
Dad:Just give me the phone, moron... How you doin kiddo?
Good, dad...
You enjoyin your freedom?
Yeah...
Don't get anyone
somebody there's nobody to call
When they need me,
my phone rings off the wall
But these are my friends
and that so what they say
Constantly takin' from me
to cope with
Droppin' dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious
That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come
And I don't have to be
be surprised to find
My little good-byes
Empty hangers by the closet floor
Lipstick tube on the bathroom floor
Unpaid bills by the kitchen phone
I
but what's her choice
She's by herself and there's no one else...Lisa
Ahhh, Anytime Lisa, I'm not like the others
Please understand me
I don't
suspect
You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Your
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
I'd trade it all
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don't often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
shaped like Donald Jones guitar
She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow
Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno
I'd trade it all
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don't often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
the real deal, I don't want a handjob"
I know you better tell 'em who pimped you first
As soon as I finish, let me quench your thirst
Nothing but
on forgetting myself
Who am I, we both don't know
Time ticks by, where did it go
I made you doubt me
You're better off without me
Think I am looking over your
southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy
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