Lyrics:
look cute up on our walls
Yeah, suit it just fine
When you hop with the jet set tonight
We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls
Who
the ladies scream and holler
To hot to trot, To sweet to be sour
I'm gonna set the record straight
And I hope that it is not too late
If you want the best, I
"Live your life, live your life"
I want cash then, fuck it
I want all the money, give me cash then
Imma stuff it in this fucking Louis bag, yeah
I want
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
hard to say
We ask the barman “What’s the craic?
We out the front or up the back?”
He says “you know yourself
It’s a cursed pokey place”
With your
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Hey, hey, hey
F is for all the
Fatties wearin' my shit
(Do you want me
, I'm not a fool
Losing my cool
I've got enough of all the stuff (okay)
Give me a buff, that's what I love
Step by step I'm going back
Back
and get curious
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E Double swingin high, I'm swingin low
Washin
like can't nobody stop me, I'm a hot nigga
And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff
Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get yo hops up
If you got
street literature
Used to lose battles on purpose so these cats can dream more
I want to see y'all shine without the use of a nine
You might see
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby)
He might say cuz but he
Ain't fucking with cuz
Yea I'm Q, but you can call me Quincy
If you want
words won't fail
Bring your pail
cnd arch your back like so
When she wants to take her leave
You're going to need so much
More than me
You got stung by
A yo Pac, you work, you gave a
Lot of love back to uh
Some Bay Area artists like E-40, 4 Tay
(yup) , you know, Dru Down
And the whole crew
Talk about
Shawty with me all the time
Stay hot, stay fly
Keep her right by my side, (and she so fine can't you see)
Yep, that's my boyfriend
Yep, that's my
Sheik's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her
to just do some nice stuff here wassup...
Aaaaaaaaaaaah...
UH! My style hurts doesn't it?
Turn around and your hole crews loving it
Uh, you tried stiff
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
you know my funk was all up in ya
Deep in ya creep when you walk, I dig that
Split your wig back, now grab the bedpost
Move in real close, I feel
I'm minding my business officer, I'm minding my business
Please just leave me alone
I told you the last time, please leave me alone
(We want
Yeah!
We keep it hot up in that range
With her feet up on the dashboard
She'll do anything I like!!
Oooh that baby you got that good stuff
Good
back
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You
.jpg/300px-Pussycat_Dolls_(cropped).jpg "The Pussycat Dolls")
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