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the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
get there
You sound like you got no control
Over whether you go or not
That's just it
What is it about a woman that makes
Such a dummy out of a man
Sitting in the same old bar room
Staring at the same old faces
Hoping for someone new to do you right
Someone to be your lover
Not just another one
woman's only human
Love you baby) she wants here one
(Baby, baby, baby you should understand) Oh
(Ooh she's not just a plaything)
(She's flesh and blood)
on the roof of the embassy.
Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which
From one to another she could to easily switch
We went into the wall to where
lovin' but she would never do it with a gun
Calilou is that your California woman's name
Yeah but I'm not sure she's in California for sure you know
a little early one night
And there she was kissin on another man
Now I know what mama meant when she took me by the hand
She said, take time to know her
orders woman when he come home
Getcha ass in the air!
(My woman wants it just as much as I do)
Woman wants it just as much as he does
But makes as if she
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
of
You mad you mad at a woman
For what a man is doin'
And that’s a problem with so
Many black women and women, period
Oh, 'cause she's not black
She refers
a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks
I'm a rap god but still
Human like the beatbox
Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie
The next woman I get
She gotta have a job
I'm not tryin' to be no pimp
I just don't intend to work to hard
I won't have to buy the groceries
She
no woman in three years
I had one little two little three little Indian
Be-I-z Markie is what it is
And if it's hard for you to spell, then just say
not stop it
But the rock of my soul just would not drop it
I learned to lie like dirt
I could steal your shirt and talk with a gun
Another Houston
It's another woman
Hey, it could be me, it could be anyone
Yeah, she got the energy to blind the sun
And she make me glow
She sparkle and I see
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
work a little early one night
And there she was kissin' on another man
Now I know what mama meant when she took me by the hand
She said, take time
car settlements!
[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like
the queen of elegant
Maybe I'm just another "puppy love lucids"
I will tell you straight up, not to load on a letter
Opportunity knocks, I feel I just
great grey matter
Sensei replied, "What is your woman?
Is she just a container for the child?"
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh,
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
is one poisonous recipe
I need a woman to be my peace not the source of what's killing me
They want men to open up but when we share these types
And right away I knew I had to have her with me
If not with me, then maybe just to hit me
She got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk
And the way that
records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You'll find out only if she
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