Lyrics:
I must confess what you say is true
I had a rendezvous with somebody new
(But) that's the only one I ever had
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
both
Well, I can handle that
You just gotta show me where it's at
Are you ready to go?
Are you ready to go? (Come on)
If you want it
You
and the baby and you side by side
We all knew we was in for a long hard ride
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide it seemed
We honked the horn when we crossed
to go
Today my name is in my papers
And next warrant they will show
[Chorus]
Now I've got to
Judge two guns
To protect myself from men
'Cause
the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake
How can my son not be straight
After all I've said and done for him
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
What goes up must come down
Spinning Wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles
It's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony
Let the Spinning
Show me a country
Where men don't break women's hearts
So we can live by the beach
Treat me like a queen
put my face on his skin
If love like this
"I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carterhaugh, for young Tam Lin is there
None that go by Carterhaugh but they
light
I can't understand
The coup d'etat that walks inside every man
They all want to know 'bout the fashion show
Where the Queen will go tomorrow
by your side still holding on
Even when those twenties stop spinning
And all those gold-digging women disappear
She'll still be here
Must be nice
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
What goes up must come down
Spinnin' wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles it's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin'
useful to him
Mother
Patience, Gustave, first I must find the stage manager
My dressing room, the musical director
Then we'll go look for our friend
on every dingy street
Every dragging hand clap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time, beat that must go on
If you've been trying for years
Or you'll have to pick it up by 11
Wait a minute I got a meeting at 6
I can't pick it up by 7-ish
Therefore I must pick wait until tomorrow
Go to my man
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize
will start to shine
I can tell the world that you are mine, all mine
Till then we must go on the way we have before
And never let it show without each
Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
*** knowin' damn well they gon' call me?
The only dream of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it
They'd leave at the end of the second show, go home to talk of the fun
For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by one
I'm
a line"
I don't think you're on the strength, show me the time
I said, "If you really want to do this we can do this fine'
Take six paces and begin
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
They'd leave at the end of the second show, go home to talk of the fun
For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by one
I'm
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