Lyrics:
please stop!
If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster
"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
'm rubbing your thighs
Baby you should know that you is the prize
I glide in that pussy like I'm Clyde
Yeah
And I love when you on it
Don't want ever lose you
it out
Try and play me like a hoe I close that back door you cannot get out
Didn't god give you a brain since you don't use it Imma knock it out
See
don't even wanna hear it
Ima keep on me doing on me you gon keep on doing you
Matching something I don't do
Demanding all of the proof
Not the papers want
with me
he knowz you get home from work around 3
i suppose you want to sit and chat
and try to find out where your man be at
so why you
with me
he knowz you get home from work around 3
i suppose you want to sit and chat
and try to find out where your man be at
so why you
are not into you
You just a weirdo (Ah)
It gets boring, It gets boring
I don't know what to do
It feels like I've been walking
For days longing
Feels
inside, keep sinkin'
Ya running what ya seekin'
Sleep all week for the weekend
What ya thinkin'?
Know I save you for the weekend
You know that Willie Beamen
just walk out the door
Over your shit, tired of your lies
No I don't want you no more
Pack up your shit
Call up your bitch
You can just walk out the door
over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when times get hard
I don't
I Get All My Ways
Baby bay Why You Feeling Me?
I Stand By Your Side
If You Want To
Imma Show You Paradise
Wenig Leute Real Shit Nur Kleiner Kreis
Only
so I can't hear the shit you talkin
You want to drive stick, combine my prize with
chinky eyes with ?lilet? all that old fly shit
But wake up,
all that racism shit if u want to
but white man i don't trust u and i will bust you
even if u try to act trife
it's the M O S all loked out for life
I love the mess
And when you get on this dance floor
Make sure your wig is up to part
I don't want it in the middle of your forehead
Get up, grab
(drank)
'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)
[Verse 7 - Chamillionaire - imitating Willie D]
I'm ready, I don't play, hey
Freaky deaky,
Valious
Ah ha Tipp you made a banger with this one
I don't want none of your love
No I'll be alright by myself
Please tell me what you want
Maybe I
a baseball bat,
I need that sack that you made today,
Or watch me turn into Willie Mays.
On a mission fo my mail,
An you know fo sho we gonna get it,
means I lead the team like Willie Beam
Like I can't be reached I'ma let the ring
The line is open Lost inside of this potent
Shit get cloudy when you
nobody else listed
Don't get caught up how I was brought up
A grave of me you'll never visit
I just mind my business, occupied by slavery
The music's my
giving head, hit the bed, chicka
'Cuz I got a full workload the next day, what do you say
I say I wanna get smoked out like Willie when I jam out to Keith
Why You Standing Over There Looking Crazy
I Just Want You To Be My Baby
And I Wanna Be Your Ole Lady
( There We Go , There We Go)
Its My Fault
only want me when I get undressed?
can¿t get over your fucked up head
why¿d you only want me when I get undressed?
can¿t get over your fucked up head
it player style
You want to make love but do you want to wild thug fuck?
She want to get fucked so like Luke, I put her in the bump
You can't
they want a slice of your pie
Ain't even surprised, keep your eye on the prize and aim for the sky
You was born by yourself and that's the way you gon'
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