Lyrics:
It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rollin' and gettin' funky
Rooster:
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
Miss Hannigan:
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no
the Sun in his hair
The fourth is the face of a lady
It's the last of thousands of idols
All of them are gone
Fallen and destroyed by dark souls
They are
be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I
Mama!
Now you lads
Will you just shout Happy Christmas for us
For this tape, eh?
Happy Christmas?
Yeah go on one, two, three
Happy Christmas!
Uh oh, I got us
Weezy baby, sleepy Mercedez
Six that maybe, get that navy
Get the baby, big fat ladies
Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies
Game I
gonna getcha, right?)
(Repeat x4)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
accumulating
And by doing this we'll go real far
Because 2 Live is what we are
We're highly publicized and advertised
Our music's in your ear, our face in your
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
lads, over the years.
To the writers and artists, then, let's drink a health,
To people whose hopes, and whose dreams are our wealth,
Whose tools are but
Big Man (x4)
He's got a lady friend
And she sleeps around
Yeah she does it with the neighbour on a Wednesday
On a lads night out
When he hits the town
talk at all, don't start to cry
Just pack up your things
Lady of ladies
And though I'd always told myself
That when our time ended
I'd walk away
you know your lines 'cause one take is all we get
[Chorus]
By the time this over, girl, I'm-a make you a star
You ready? (1,2,3,4)
I'm
who rode unicycles
Peddled by with one smile and four frowns
So he had a vague sense of uneasiness when
His new sweetheart openned her door
And he
stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day
Whose charity is only matched by talent I must say
A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde
Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars,
and any other inhabited orbs
un-scheduled stops
Watch them kill the crabgrass
But look out for the cops
Hospitals for flowers
The matron ladies cry
Itchy trigger fingers
As our
sets I've never heard of
Roll into town, and out with the big top
Four cards down, and two more still to drop
And when it does, I pack up and hit
out for the cops
Hospitals for flowers
The matron ladies cry
Itchy trigger fingers
as our caravan walks by
Overcrowded laughter
'cause they're all
the club at like 10 o'clock
And the spot is hot, blowin' up rooftops
This is Thursday night and the night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
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