Lyrics:
laughin', bear in mind just what could happen.
Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons,
Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by
butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it
Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two
Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They've been there since Christmas morn
name gets mentioned
The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm
freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, too far off, he
alone but now I can't stand it
Reaching out my palm for you to put your hand in
Girl, you are the one and I don't understand it
How you lighting up
the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on Hawaiian island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
Now in this faraway land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring, and the air's turning mild
City lights
butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it
Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two
me by the throat
Choking the life out of every word
So let us forgo that archaic principle
Bounding you to your lies
29 times acquitted
29 times
California king
Eye to eye (eye to eye)
Cheek to cheek (cheek to cheek)
Side by side
You were sleeping next to me (next to me)
Arm in arm
Dusk to dawn
Travis Edmonson
Chorus:
I must bid adieu to my island. Leave the nights by the sea. My heart is heavy inside me. Bow down just like a palm tree.
it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fucking money!
can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?
I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag
be so happy I will kiss my mother inlaw
Children by the dozen in and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree and coconut
Hurry up now
All
eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons
All the players in '94, recognize
Shelton D in full effect, baby, baby
Uh, uh, yeah, fuck all you bitches
girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million
eyes
In sea breezes they flutter
The coconut tears
Heavy-lidded they shed
Swaying palms at your feet
You're the pride of your street
While you
Uh, it's going out to all the pimps and macs
Y’all know the flavour, Brooklyn style
You know how we do, uh, yeah
All the macs and the dons in
be rich by the time I'm 29,
I'd have a condo at the beach with a slide.
They'd put my face on Forbes Magazine,
And put the other under 30 back in line.
nothin'
Shoot him in his back for cold frontin'
Let him hold somethin'
He with the Devil down south
Tell his ass to walk it out
Burner in his mouth,
girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million
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