Lyrics:
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
All That, Badunkadunk bounce yo!
Badunkadunk, Big Phat, Badunkadunk I love yo!
Badunkadunk, Tell the DJ, I mean I'm number one...
[Twista]
Oooooh!
I need a break from the loud and the mad
And the fast interstates and a big town
I'm just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
Lookin' for
on
And my plaid shirt and horse polo
Big wheels on the truck hop up in my stage coach
When the little ones fall asleep
Thanking the lord for each soul he
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
In the town, ain’t a sound left your mouth
Since you said what you about
Running out, of time
To catch up on what you lost
Keeping little secrets,
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
by Snoop Dogg and Niggaracci
Yeah that's right y'all
A little som' for the ladies
1874 FM on your dial, The Big Squeeze
Brought to you by my main man
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack,
was then that I knew my destiny
I'm a small town boy
With a big town dream
Just like michael was back in 83
As I strut down the street
With people
and weeks,
And months went by
The big boss called,
In a lickup town (?)
Got my check
And brought it home
Yeah, it's been tough
But we've been blessed
Angela, this town is wrong
So now it's so sad to see you this way
I call but you never have time to play
They gave you all these big dreams, big
SKiTTY
LiTTLE SKiTTY, this is silly
This is silly, LiTTLE SKiTTY
LiTTLE SKiTTY, this is silly
This is silly, LiTTLE SKiTTY
I think my cock is big enough
of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back
Come to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my B-day
And my
the good
Ol' days no way? Never happen? Records are
Made out of oil all those big rock shows go
From town to town in
Fuel-gobbling 45 foot trucks
And when
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr goodie Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block (coming through to squeeze)
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
already know
Whats it store for you
Blue bubble gum
You got to chew
This album crazy
But its not hazy
Like a little dazy
Sitting in my estate
Feeling very
Do you remember walking to the water? Surrounded by empty summer homes
Some awful nu-metal album, blasting out of broken headphones
We'd wind up back
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