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appetite" cause I'm sweeter than John Candy
Don't even knock it, till you try me
'Cause the proof is in the pudding, you can ask Bill Cosby
Some think I'm
a Beamer
She a snake see it in her eyes you can keep her
Uh
Dark nights dancing with the reaper
Never believe in me but imma big dreamer
Pull up in a Honda
[Chorus: TLNTD]
I’m blowing up
Hiroshima
Never sleeping
That’s for dreamers
Don’t slow me up
Wit all dat
Wit all dat
Don’t slow me up
I want all that
now you know I'm a show stealer
Took it back in autumn, didn't know, that you
Told me that I'm dreamin' 'cause I know it's not the end, yeah
Call me
jumped out of the pages of honcho
I knew he had his eyes on me
Back to his bedroom
For a little role play
You know by now
I know that it won´t be
the God by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got force 44 kicks off like a pissed off horse (Bow)
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap
Harry James
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorsey's in it, too
Alvino Rey will star
A walkin' talkin' steel guitar
A cuttin' capers just
And make it ours
If James and Cedric set the bar
Watch me rise above the occasion
I seen my mother go thru depression
And I feel I'm pressed to do
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Bringing it home
Missin' the match, got Cal on the phone (let's go, let's go)
Olé, olé
Get them a pint, get me a lighter (get me a lighter)
Ten in
Mummy I am thirsty
Mummy I’m too hot
Mummy she has pulled me hair and tied it in a knot
James won't touch the babies, he says it’s “woman’s work”
So
pussy on the streets and then Bishop Don the Magic Juan
comes and scoops it up, pimps it on the ho strole for me
Then sends it back to Rick James
And I
like a white piece of paper
That encounter awakens a different me
Now I’ll go up on stage and
surprise everyone by jumping like Jordan
Ball!
Go back
Raise by the scale
All my bitches be wishing me well
Man the Nigga be clout like Chappel
I be serving that work in chevel
I be charging a stack for
was a name to cherish
That you inherited
Scared of love
Cuz you surrounded
By broken marriages
Looking for clarity
While trying to make it
love your confessions making love with me
Deborah Harry I'm having your baby
Help me to live in a world life without slavery
Help me to squander my
any eloquence and patently irrelevant
I like a dive, I'm unruly with the hooligans
That pal it down in Pallet Town and cool it in Cerulean
Find me in
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
Down on the Mississippi River in a knockdo dive
I met a trumpet playin' character and man alive
When he began to rip, he really played it from
down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain't why, why, why
It just is.
Would you meet me in the country
Can you meet me in the long grass
In
The way she up on me
Got me feeling like a damn hoe
Harry Potter with the damn cloak
I be moving on the low low
Real g's move in silence
I aint worried
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