Lyrics:
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
inna di place
Deal wid di girls nuh bodda watch nuh face
Gal steppin out we have to deal wid di seease
Bad bwoy Kardinal front a di areace
Love all
on, and a
Hundred-dollar hat
He was standing on the sidewalk
By a DynaFlow
When a voice within said
"C'mon daddy, let's go"
It should've been me
like it's climbing clear up to the sky
Well, oh what a beautiful morning, aw now.
Yes, what a wonderful day. (Look out there).
You know I, I've got
yeah
[And let me tell ya girl I'm a party animal see?
Word and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what I'm sayin'?
easy
Yes sir its the bubble right hurr
Y'all beautiful women if you insecure
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let
you)
Your wack show
Yo man what's up with that?
Yo don't sweat me
C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
C'mon man, don't try to play me out
We
you mad
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
I'm a railroad man I got a coal tan
And I work all day with the railroad gang
A number of trips makes
life?
How did you find your way back in my life?
I can't tell it, how we make this thing fly
I really thought we'd work it out after all this time
at a Floyd fight
I almost asked her to creep with me
But I was young, and I held my tongue
But with that tongue, I just keep spitting
So it all worked out
on, and a
Hundred-dollar hat
He was standing on the sidewalk
By a DynaFlow
When a voice within said
"C'mon daddy, let's go"
It should've been me
of New York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our
a thing
I go there when you touch me, honey
Hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good
Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness
(Freaky) You're late
(Hey girls and guys)
You're late
Like you, the public
Is y'all the public
Ya do it so well
This goes out to y'all
By
living if the body's gone
I never understood why what can make a man cry,
It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side
Girl, (girl) Me
need you
To come and chill wit me c'mon
One, Two, Check it
Mad views on her myspace shit
Just stoppin by, showing her love
While she sit's and all her
a smile on your mouth
And your hand on your
The story of us, it always starts the same
With a boy and a girl and a, and a game
Bonjour mes petit's, i know
Are you ready?
Oooh, c'mon!
Ain't it funny how time flies (huh?)
Out of sight, out of mind (yeah, right)
Once again back it's the incredible
Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas, they drunk her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges,
we built
I hope, that they have better understanding
Check it out
Goin' to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All
with the man upstairs
Get back to rock it out
So we can say we were there
When we talk about it
In our rockin' chairs
C'mon ya'll we got
there is magic in the music of my shears.
I shed no tears, lend me your ears.
Isn't it romantic?
Soon I will have found some girl that I adore.
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