Are you hanging up a stocking on your wall It's the time that every Santa has a ball Does he ride a red-nose reindeer Does he turns up on his sleigh
I'm steppin' out into the walk of life Hold tight the vibe is right Feel the heat that's in the air People watchin' everywhere Rush hour slow it down
bottle anyway Ha ha ha Baby, Posh and Ginger and we've got Scary and Sporty! Yeah! Mixed together in a cooking pot, you have the Spice Girls! Ba, ba,
Do you, do you think about me Do you, do you think about me I see the setting sun, of another passing day There's some questions on my mind, since you
m comin' through I'll beat my heart for you (Bumper to bumper) Give way I'm comin' through Driving through the city Dirty, nitty gritty Looking for a place to go Girls
[Emma:] The time is now or never to fit the missing piece To take this song together, You make me feel complete We fall into the future, And through
["Wannabe" by Spice Girls] Yeah, well, I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I'
one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
left one Right hand sayin' step-son To me my girls is fancy fly bitches To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin
a moment That it's too soon to forget I know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget Man, for real I was in love with this girl
trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow With butter, you slip up in the grits and make 'em other Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
make you love me) (Love me, love) Stop playin' girl What can I do? I'm in love with you What can I do? I'm in love with you (Stop plain', girl) The
joint Booty shakin with the glass in my left one Right hand sayin step-son To me my girls is fancy fly bitches Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other
rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis While others
got a problem with something I say then come get me I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold Remy At the club looking at girls with big ass and titties
the glass in my left one Right hand sayin step-son To me my girls is fancy fly bitches Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos Lady pimp
go Smiling dancing Everything is free All you need is positivity Colours of the world, Spice up your life Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life People of the world, Spice
J.R I meet a lot of beautiful girls in my life man But this situation is kinda weird I like her sister I was just walkin' out school, I saw this girl