Lyrics:
Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty
"See my name is the ODB"
"The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"Roc-a-Fella
You're a fine fine fella
(You've got the look)
And I've gotta have you
You're a fine fine fella
(You've got the love)
And I've gotta have it
There
Ladies & Fellas
Yes
Beat it God damn
Been round the way
Hmmm like a gypsy
Met many MC's
Drunk lot of whisky
Never said no for a passing reefer
Cut
guess it Hurts mate
Supposed to be one of the fellas fellas fellas
Dont get why you hate
Supposed to be a mate
Steak on my plate make you jealous Jealous
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes
take her wrap, fellas, find her an empty lap, fellas
Dolly'll never go away again
Hello Dolly, I said hello Dolly
It's so nice to have you back
To all my fellas that's down and doin' time right now
Hold on, stay strong
I see you when you touch down
I see you when you come home
To all my
yo, yo,
We got relish
Don't be jealous
That's a hey no, no,no
Me and my fellas
Travelin' lookin' for them
Who does what
Make it hop
In Houston, Texas
O tlo fella kae mmolai wa Ntate (Iyonana iyonana iyonana)
Tseba la gao lebitla le go letile (Iyonana iyonana iyo mahlomola)
Re a tseba ke wena o
me if I was goody
That she would buy me a wubba dolly
So don't you tell her I kissed a fella
Or she won't buy me that wubba dolly
I know I've
in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars,
y'all, fellas sing it
Jealous, jealous,
There's no need to be
Jealous, jealous
Be mellow, you know what I'm saying?
Jealous, jealous,
Gangster
so, take her wrap, fellas
Find her an empty lap, fellas
Dolly will never go away again
Oh, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello,
Yeah Yeah
Ouuuuh
Ok
J'ai tout dans le backpack
Elle me fella-back
J'suis un quarterback
Fuck la BAC
J'ai tout dans le backpack
Elle me
just here to show em what they been missing
Yeah we the good fellas make the hood jealous
Yeah I tell em we the goodfellas ain't shit they could tell us
Its just me and my fella's
Its just me and fellas
Tryna' live this era
Oh on this terra
Hot as a kettle
You better settle, man
You sentimental, man
hangin' with the fellas, fellas
Hangin' with my girls, you always gettin' jealous, jealous
I was with you when you didn't have no dollars, no dollars
Hey young fella what you gone do to be better
Instead of giving up be fed up
Please don't settle got to keep your mind on the letter
Chasing that
I just dey go
My way way way
With fellas we pon on the road
Focus on the mo
My way way way
With fellas we pon on the road
As we dey go
We jam this
I'm leng with the pen
Keep it 100 with them
Most of these fella's be capping for the socials
Molly said off with your head
Nah we ain't rolling with
to the click of her quickening heels
Sure, nobody can take a
Fella’s company from himself surely?
Came back from the wars last week
Happy on returning
Turned
YAYA, YAYA
Aqui moh fella não maya
YAYA YAYA
Bottle e fumo, traz fyah
YAYA, YAYA
Aqui moh fella não maya
YAYA YAYA
Bottle e fumo, traz fyah
Tudo
views make us Appalled
Its art
and no
its not my fellas guitar
its not my fella guitar
its mine its mine its mine
its my funky guitar
its my funky guitar
a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
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