Lyrics:
with white bitches"
But Goddamn, the pussy too good
I wish you would step to me
I got the phaser off stun
I'll melt your cerebral cortex like the Sun
boppin', around and round the clock
Guess that I must have been bitten by some jump'n'shakin' bug
Never too much rockin' and rollin' for me
Gonna shake it up
me rockin' baby
West coast thing, yo
Girl if you're by sometime (right), we're drive down to the ocean
Grab some beer and some wine, and kick back
a poppin'
We've got so damned much in common, I think you'll agree
That's why we're rockin' it together this Christmas
I like the way you feed me till
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
I know you know we can go back to being just friends
I just can't forget when you're touching me right
I melt in my head, got me feeling so high
the dark
Fire in the dark, ghetto let this spark
Freaky black beauty with the party pal
Where you work it out got me fiendin'
Bam, I hit the g ready
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Hook
Baby Girl Rockin with the mood
Rockin with the mood
You shining like the summer star
Girl Rockin with the mood
Rockin with the mood
brother do it for me
I'm telling you to look, at how she's rockin' it, rockin' it,
Then check out how she's dropin' it, dropin' it,
Then peep the way
Fire in the dark, ghetto let this spark
Huh! Freaky black beauty with the party pal
Where you work it out got me fiendin', bam
I hit the G ready for
Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, East Side, that's how we do ride
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh to death,
on and the girls are there
You definitely have a rockin' affair
But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact
And to have a party, you got to have a rap
a sweater like Bill Cosby
Cuz I got my homies by my side
While you blow up my iPhone
Sayin you miss all my cuddles
And hate being alone
I'm sick to my stomach
In this motherfucker
We finna go to the club, you hear me?
Straight up ooh, we got London on the track
Future! Rich Kidz
I'm on that ratchet shit
yessir)
We beat it up like gorillas
(Trick, where you at?
Oh, yessir, Bikini Hour)
She goin' right, she goin' left
I had her here, myself
I got it
yessir, yessir)
We beat it up like gorillas
(Trick, where you at? Oh yessir)
She goin' right, she goin' left
I had her here, to myself
I got it
yessir)
We beat it up like gorillas
(Trick, where you at?
Oh, yessir, Bikini Hour)
She goin' right, she goin' left
I had her here, myself
I got it
yessir, yessir)
We beat it up like gorillas
(Trick, where you at? Oh yessir)
She goin' right, she goin' left
I had her here, to myself
I got it
u papi, gotta have it
The way u lickin ur lips u got a habit
I said mami, I know u want me
I see ur lips downstairs, I hear em talkin
It says I'm
Old rockin' chair's got me, my cane by my side
Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere
Just set me
ba Barbara Ann (take my hand)
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
You've got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara
ba Barbara Ann (take my hand)
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
You've got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara
show you how much you got your girl feelin' good
Wanna show you how much, how much you're understood
Wanna show you how much, I value what you say
Not
["Well, you heard of The Rockin' Pneumonia and The Boogie Woogie Flu,
I got a brand new sickness that no Dr. can cure and it's called Easy
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