Lyrics:
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Love is here standing by,
Love is here standing by.
All you've gotta do is dry your eyes long enough to see,
that you have got the love you
your eyes
You speak with indefinite style
You're telling me lies
You've got to face reality
What is wrong with you and me?
Why can't you free your
what I could see
He took me to his workshop
And told his plans to me, so
You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you
potential
Can't you hear the sound?
You better get up, get up, get up
So we can get down
We've got the groovy potential
C'mon baby
Let's keep it down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
You could feel so much better
If you would show me how to funk like you do
You've got all that is really needed
new by dawn
They could be
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
(I mean me multiplied by two, by two)
Oh, I'd have to be thrice as wide
At least to feel better, you'll agree
Yes, I'd have to be thrice as wide
soul on fire
Got to see my baby she's, everything I need
She makes me
Ooh, my, my
Somebody, somebody
Hush, darling, and don't you cry
Otis is
didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said
"Please, hey,
head
Now I got my jaw outta line you're not gonna take my mind
Whata you tryin do to my head
You better run you better hide you better leave my side
can’t help but to hope that you’re feeling this too
what are my little things that got to you?
it’s the little things i do
them make me feel close
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I
baby
You were better to me than I've been to myself
For me, there's you and nobody else
Stop (stop) and thank you, baby
I wanna stop (stop)
I don't want you to misunderstand me
I just want to say what's on my mind
No need to hit me with an attitude
Because I haven't got the time
I
I lick the gun, when I'm done
'Cause I know, that revenge is sweet, so sweet
This is a gang, ladies thang
Baby bang, tell me what you need, oh
me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by
I got me ten fine toes
To wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle fingers
Snap to my command
A lovely pair
agree
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe
You better not mess with me
Hey
'Cause you know I'll getcha one by one, ain't no fun
I'm
agree
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe
You better not mess with me
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one
Ain't no fun
I'm that
into better places than this
I didn't come here and I ain't leavin'
Why don't you pucker up, I got just the place for you to kiss
Now, you can call
Oh you got to believe me
A little bit of love is better than no love
Even the bad love is better than no love
And even the sad is better than no
agree
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe
You better not mess with me
Hey
'Cause you know I'll getcha one by one, ain't no fun
I'm
of records
Your dog keeps licking my nose
And chewing up all those letters
Saying, "You better
You better bet your life"
You better love me, all
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