Lyrics:
There she goes again with another guy
She was my girl not too long ago
How I lost her I'm not sure I know
But it makes no difference how I try
I get
know, I used to have this, but all the time
But I found a way to get out of it
Lemme tell you bout
Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag
and gray and black and brown and tan all over too
Camouflage (camouflage), camouflage (camouflage)
Designed by mother nature and by God
It's camouflage
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
By the time I knew what time it was
It was too late to call home
Stop carrying on acting like a child
I wasn't doing anything wrong
Guys do it
the sun's too bright
And the sun hurts his eyes or something -- you show up all sunburned and
That guy's gonna get pissed at you and me!"
Allen: "Well, I'm
Or working for the goddamn man
It's your choice of pain or strife
Buddy, get my knife
Man, get my knife
The full Moon shine the wolf does howl
The rat ain't
Hot chocolate
I prefer milk if it's 2%
Marshmallows on top and some extra whip
You can even use cinnamon, cinnamon on top
Hot chocolate
By
And, hey now,
Look at that crazy smile
I bet you can't believe
She was mine for a while,
Ain't she somethin'?
See that guy?
Right by her side.
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
I'm dummy
So where ever He go I go like my buddy
Uh huh, and it's an everyday process
Beatin' up my flesh like I'm
Tryna win a contest
I happen to rap
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
get it in a New York minute
I draw a square and I dare you to walk in it
Listen, you're a square
Don't get your corner bended
You're a circle, I will
shot to all the beer spots
The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker
To those who I forgot yo I'ma blame it on the liquor
That's
buddies is fun as hell
And you get a bunch of hillbillies in the same room they could fix any fuckin thing
But there is more to us white boys than
stays out of trouble (let me get that for you ma'am)
A regular guy
Says ma'am on the double (I'm on it)
I'm a regular guy
Just like Dawson's Creek
rap songs
The reason why its mixed is because
The factors of the mixed songs i have
Is by you guys, you guys want me to do this stuff
And i'm fine with
guy'
Till then it still is Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Everyday I get more and more fast
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein
Miss
your buddies is fun as hell
cnd you get a bunch of hillbillies in the same room they could fix any fuckin thing
But there is more to us white boys than
and then we get down, down
So high up that it's down
Wow, my shit so profound
Wow, y'all done bit the whole style
Wow, I don't trip, I just smile
I don't ever think about tomorrow
Whether or why is all on another day
And I think it's been said by somebody up ahead
The older guys tell me what
register was open
It was there I hit that guy too hard
But I knew, when I hit him for a second time
That one attracts the other
When they're the losin' kind
Christina
I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin,
Sally met him in the war, back in 1944
He took her home to the states
His buddies thought that she was great
Subway sally's 51
Her man is gone,
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