Lyrics:
AND TESTING IT
JACK GO DOWN
GO CRACK SOME EGGS IN
JACK OUT THE BOX
JILL PUSHIN AND TESTING IT
JACK GO DOWN
GO CRACK SOME EGGS IN
VERSE 2:
JACK OUT
scared as hell
I'm walking on Egg Shells
Don't want to say another corny line
So I'll say something cheesy to pass the time
We're not good with words
good, you know that he is gonna beg
Light a candle, get him freaky, lay me like I am an egg
Red cry over you, no I'm not gonna cry for you
Every time you
(This song hits)
(That guitar is fire tho)
This one is the slow dance
Wake up good mornin my sleepyhead
Baby it's almost time for breakfast
Cook eggs
egg-sellent
So hot I dry you out, call me an egg-siccant
I only spit fire, no egg-zageration
I'm a chicken stir fryer, that's my reputation
Sit you down so
got steez
Gimmie what gotcha and you ain't got these
I don't do eggs if they ain't got cheese shit
Said I don't do eggs if they ain't got cheese
Serve
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good
inch of me's covered with hair
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
I'm especially good
Every now and then
I reminisce about the past
Growing up as a young man
(Those were the good ol' days)
(Good ol' days)
(Good ol')
(Good ol' days)
(Good
of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter bright and gay
He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
chickens lay more eggs
You and me we used be a spicy recipe
Hotter than the double hot
At good ol’ hattie b’s
But you’ve been gettin’ kicks chasin’ other
Gotta spank that booty, you a bad girl
Spank that booty, Live In My World
Spank that booty, move around girl
Let me get a good look at your front
the camel
Pussy taste sweet 'cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
A pussy gooey like yolk before the egg
of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter bright and gay
He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter bright and gay
He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
some Attica felons
Use a firearm good
Bloods go for heart swelling
Insert the spasm
Yes the dirty herb has him
Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm
me to see
Just what that good woman really meant to me
She cooked me breakfast in the morning
Grits, toast, sausage, and eggs
Dinner ready in
Girl I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast
And yeah I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When ya
Talk that talk get me hype like coffee
spend it
Hating everybody else
I can't fathom a good reason
So I guess I'll keep believing
That for now the bad eggs just block my view
And I'll do my
nekked and spread
I put the jam on that bread
I put my hand on that breast
I flip the pan with the eggs
I put a man in her eggs
Wait. Hold on. Nah we're
Now im on a roll like bacon egg and cheese
Do shows for the dough mom im headin overseas
Im feeling good i got Jordans on my feet
And imma leave
pistol
Good ganja
Get you shot like I run the mafia
Ain't no runnin
Yeah, we hawkin' em
Turn your block into a frying pan
Eggs in a motherfuckin' skillet
and get it like a man
Good from the shoulders and we never ran
Straight out the bottom we live off the land
Have your favorite bitches liking pictures heart
Yeah, hold on, hold on
They like, what came first, CC or the egg
I don't smoke dirt, nigga, I be poppin' meds
And like a pencil, I'ma leave a Nigga
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