Lyrics:
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
liquored up
Some body grab a wheel, before I hit a truck
I'm so wreckless, my life's hectic
I'm in the spot with my r&b bitch
Kelly Rowland, I got her open
make her drop her jaw
I'm like oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
She like wait a minute what you told me
You are talking to a version of the old me
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
to get
I'm a nasty bitch with a nasty flow
We are taking shots by the lot, and it don't hit the toe
Looking fish in the face while I get the gold
Need
been havin' a lot on yo mind lately
And I know you feel like ya know people ain't been prayin' for you
But you have to understand this man, that we are
Understand the spirit's willing but my flesh is weak
Let me speak, I never had a chance to dream
Ten years old finding love in dirty magazines
Miss December
is this?
An immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie
With all respect 'cause you the only one who gets me
Where is he?
The man who is just
cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, oho
I want you, money
I'm dirty cash, the one that you asked for
I'm wanted by the rich and the poor
More
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery, so I
A swindled generation with no patience, full of swag
Man, they so impatient with the stations that they have
As long as they look good when they be doin' bad
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it,
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
stoppin' shit
Is you Harvey, Jeffrey, R. Kelly, or is you opposite?
Say that shit, say that shit
Say that shit, say that shit
Pass the rock, I'm open
a dream
But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man River
For the Dirty ol' Man Latrine
The brothel shift
The hustle and the bustle and the green-backs rustle
of attention
I be like
Stunting I'm a bad bitch on doberman
Everything I do need a payment
Walking hard on these hoes pavement
Like R Kelly bitch I stay stepping
still you see me
You're dapping my hand, my man; don't you think it's awkward?
Bad at raps, bat off the tap and damage tracks
Sat and relaxed, man
We're sitting here with Eazy-E
Believe that
How are you doing?
Alright
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?
Ruthless, my
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
one time
Keep on them red bottom Louboutin's
Play with that pussy on the 101
I light the streets where you are
I got a bad bitch that's 21
I make
the only way he can communicate
His profile interface should not be used by a foreign rattlesnake
Used most of his life, deleting dirty tracks, which are
think she gat some Kelly ish inside her
I got to play safe. To depart away from her
She say I got a man. But I can play with you
I want you so bad, I can
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