Lyrics:
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
is flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it's all good, let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
pills and whiskey
Honky tonks and smoke
One night stands with his country band
Had him strung out on the ropes
Well, he cried out to Jesus
He said,
is open
Talk with me
Come on, baby
Love me
Don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go
Love me
Step by step now
Put your hand in
clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's
child
Made out of rattlesnake hide
Brand new chimney on top
Made out of human skulls
Come and take a little walk with me Arlene
Tell me who do you
bourbon hit me like a baseball bat.''
In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden
She raced across the yard and asked her neighbor
I asked my love to take a walk
Just a little ways with me
And as we walked and we would talk
All about our wedding day
[Chorus]
And only say
Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots
With the freckles on your
Winters getting colder, Summer gettin warmer
Tidal wave comin cross the Mexican border
Why buy a gallon it's cheaper by the barrel
Just don't get
Laura loves her little family,
And she's the kind of woman who loves them with her life.
But sometimes in the evening,
When the world rests on her
the teacher's pet was Susie Grout born with the silver spoon in her mounth
Miss Goody two shoes in sonerity
And I was a little Miss Nothin' and they thought
his back just like the others do,
Remind him of what he used to be when he comes walkin' through.
He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just
walk and they don't talk
With some Euro-trash accent
They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without
Jesus, was a little boy (when Jesus, was a little boy)
He was a little boy, was a little boy
They tend to forget about love (they tend, to forget about
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
Diggy, me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy im just rappin get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him
child
Made out of rattlesnake hide
Brand new chimney on top
Made out of human skulls
Come and take a little walk with me, Arlene
Tell me, who do you
that tip
Sailor until I sunk that ship
Yeah I had a hot little fire girl
But now she just smoke that's it
And I ain't gon' stop 'til I get you out
you gunna understand this shit
Your man talking about Hummers and little cars
That only fit in his little house little garage
His lifestyle is just
love Jesus
But that talk was really fake
I'd
Be lustin for ya cousin if it wasn't for his Grace
Yeah he took me outta
Nothin and he made ya boy
[Repeat x4]
Shoo do do op
Shoo do do do do do
Can I have a talk with you
Let me walk you home from school
I got something that's on my
hands and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk,
With a hole in his pants and his knees a-stickin' out,
He's just big enough to walk.
[Chorus]
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