Lyrics:
A C A B

Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers Suckers on the corner lookin' down at their beepers They couldn't get a job or a nice home

is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch She's a three toed, stank ass, cross

's shaking then you know you've felt the bass Then the singing starts and they proceed to wreck the place Making tracks just like A B C Picking up awards

know I'm runnin' home... don't you know I'm runnin' home... to a place to you unknown? I take great peace in your sitting there searching for myself, I find a

of money just grinding our meat BEND OVER HERE IT COMES AGAIN! To hell with rubbers I need the moisture a real woman, and not a picture a gleaming brown

Drank in a pub on a saturday night Me and the boys were feelin` alright Then we walked the streets feelin` loads of pride Proud with our roots and our

bilaku merindu seringku teringat dirimu lalu terbayangku sewaktu bercumbu denganmu indahnya di ketika itu engkau & aku pun bersatu tapi aku masih keliru

to Sesame Street? (Check it out, here we go!) - Wyclef [Lauryn- Singing (Chorus)] Be yourself (Just be yourself) Easy as A-B-C (A-B-C) Can't be

all through the sky. "A?RA?PIDO, ADENTRO! A?CERRAD LAS VENTANAS! A?VIENE UNA TORMENTA! "quickly, get in! close the windows! there's a storm moving in! A