Lyrics:
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's been reported you've been drinking
And running round with men and goin' wild
Now we
your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me
with a banana clip
And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip
I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
And that's about the time they got drugged
Ooh baby, you're so gorgeous
How about you and me take a lil' trip
In the big body?
Take a ride with me, babe
You by my side
How does it sound?
a ride in Thailand. Sources said that it was because of a breakdown in communicating. Oh lord, the boat was towed into Thai waters by a German freighter
think you are?
Mr big stuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts and eat them up bit
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
She said that living with me
Is bringing her down yeah
For she would never be free
When I was around she's
down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good
I need that Charles Dickens
You be Santa Clause and I'll be Mrs.
I'll take you for a ride I'll be your vixen
'lone, leave me 'lone
Damn if I do, damn it if I don't
Lady with a whip want what she wanna want, okay
Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride
(Telephone call for Mr Bones...)
Dear Mr. Bones, I've had enough
You can try, to pull us down
With your pinstipe weasle stuff
But word travels
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
times that my memory drew warn
And daddy won't me take me back to Mulingburg County
Down by the green river where Paradise lay
He said, "I'm sorry my son
right by me.
I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away, yeah.
She's got a ticket to ride
a ride with me . . yeah
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah
I just had my crankcase greased, mama
My natural motor
Take me down with you take me down with you
Take me down with you
Old Black Swan take me down with you
I had given him a kiss of fire
Take me down
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out
me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in
there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like,
back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
life (yea-aye-aye-aye)
She said, never have I ever met a guy like him
He treats me like queen should be treated by a king
He picks me up, and turns me
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he's taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I'm taking a ride
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