Lyrics:
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
want to know, how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide
Come
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang
Screwed-up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan
He could
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
see exactly what to do
Please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who are
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang
Screwed-up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan
He could
.
Then one night as I lay down dreaming
Of home and poor mother and dad,
Like a flash by my bedside was standing
The form of my Blue Velvet Band.
I
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
How well I remember my very first love affair
Those juvenile fantasies and innocent dreams we shared
But we're too blind to realize that we are
He walks in
Orders up a round
How you been?
My old friend
The band kicks off
The same old dance
The same old worn out songs
But he sings
go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing, and we look divine
You love bands when they play it hard
You want more, and you want it
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
the band packed up
When the lights went out
When the band packed up and went home
His only friends lay in the ashtray
Each night he'd call them out by
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint,
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
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