Lyrics:
She's so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl, yeah
Whoa! And yeah, that's her
The big dog tryna get her little, to purr
Need It
Girl You Just Call On Me
Better Yet Just Call On Us
It's Easy As A 1-2-3! (1-2-3)
[Verse 2: Bobby Valentino]
Got My Parephials On And I See Ha
a little gigolo
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis
remember back in the days when I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go
the days)
When I just a little niggaro
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin' along
a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
to land
Ten thousand bands that's all in my hand
Got the flow and the melody inside my head
My girls that's my world got her lay in my bed
Let go get some
outside of the door
So bring it on, by the way
Your body's plays for
And that's a little something that a nigga craves for
It's a quarter past three
Hills Mall
World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser
Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru
must be something in the water
Sippin' gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees
(Undone)
The boys break their necks
Tryin' to creep a little
She slurps on the dick make the head all sloppy
I'm fighting with the pussy knock it out like Rocky
A little hood girl all ass like pop it
Don't stop it
don't know where your hand's been
When we pop off, whole ting gets lock arff
Got little JJ in the can for the sha sha
So don't play round
Cuh the kids
Now what's inside of your box?
He opened 1, 2 3 three more
By the 4th one he needed help
Couldn't open them fast enough
Rip, tear wrapping everywhere
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
There is somewhere, someplace
In this world I want to take you
Look out little girl, little girl
I am one boy, one boy in a thousand
That wants
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
wanna wake up from this dream
Verse Three
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty
what she saw that day was that the garden had bloomed into a vibrant image of hope.
[A Little Italian Farm]
War Correspondent 3:
This is the story
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
And the little one said roll over, roll over
"Do or die!"
We put three in the head
And the little one said roll over, roll over
"Do or die!"
I run amuk
yeah)
Ten, by ten, by ten, only three of us
And we passing women, like we passing drinks, can't compete with us
Rum pum pum pum little drummer boy
We just
I've been up and grindin'
How many years have I been on writin'
Been about three but I'm still out rhymin'
Old bros wanna know wagwan
But I ain't got
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