Lyrics:
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen [Whoa]
I'd like to introduce y'all
To somebody you already know
A Mac, A Man
Short Dizzle
[Chorus]
Short enough
Runaway love (ooh)
Runaway love (ooh)
Runaway love (runaway love)
Now little Lisa is only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is
we're gonna suck our own dicks
Wait, what?
What?
That's disgusting!
No, it's not
Hey, look, it's Shy Ronnie and Reba!
It's a celebration and we're
Why don't you step up to the microphone
And give them a little taste of
Your beat box boy---
FATZ: Hey man, I've told you
I don't like nobody
Written by: James Ray
Can I put
Let me put
I've reached that point in my life
I think I wanna settle down (settle down)
You see I'm tired
lookin
Cause I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn
That grows in Brooklyn
Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin
"Hey baby.." ->
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
riding
Near the beach
Just cruising and vibing
Just me and my baby
That's Perfect timing
My little baddie
Yee
She really a diamond
Hey
Sunset views
With my
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
Come on let's reggae down, oh, yeah, yeah
Get better acquainted
So that everything will be fine, hey, lady, listen
Hey, baby, what's your name?
Is
Ooh yeah
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my lady
In
Ooh yeah
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my lady
In
with
Some Hey! Brian Krokus, ladies
And gentlemen, right back there!
He is our mixer
And of course there's another mixer out
In the truck and you can't
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey little boy the time has come to forget your toys
Changes are coming, I hope that you enjoy,
Cause very soon you will be a man
Hey Little Boy,
you ever do is flirt with the camera and your money all the time
So I guess it's true
I ain't surprised by you
So hey! By the way,
Screw you for
weighed down
Up
On the ground by me
Pain baby
Or is it for shame honey
Lying with your head weighed down
Up
On the ground by me
Hey little baby
Crawling
of London Town.
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find
And a little bit of cleavage to wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
Man that ain't gonna be me
[Chorus: x2]
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