Cheerios, apple jacks, cheerios Did you know froot loops fit in your nose I may be just a simple guy But just the thought of corn flakes makes me high
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Cheerios, Apple Jacks, Cheerios Did you know Froot Loops fit in your nose I may be just a simple guy But just the thought of Corn Flakes makes me high
Translation: The Buck Owen's Buckaroos. Apple Jack (Instru.).
Translation: Weird Al Yankovic. Cheerios, Apple Jacks, Cheerios.
: Cheerios, Apple Jacks, Cheerios Did you know Froot Loops fit in your nose I may be just a simple guy But just the thought of Corn Flakes makes me high
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children You can't hide the fact, Jack There's violence in
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
place in Malibu Like you never seen Picking out your lady friend From Penthouse magazine You oughta see the chrome gleam On my Mercedes all shiny and new Hey, I'm the Jack
then i'll miss the dick Of course I like a pussy when it's gushy, and all wet I'm done to bang that apple pie for hour's then I jet I'll never buy them
Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple
Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch Candy apple
smoke I put 'em down them dope I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks
some head (Hustle) I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly (DTP) You know u niggas want a bitch like me Apple bottoms with the wife beater,
gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl You know u nigga want a bitch like me apple bottoms wit the wife beata
you have so much money you goin get scared 'cause I got it sevent- seventeen-year-old Jack Acksadapo was driving home to Belmore last night after finishing
Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44D and 40's with bad capsules The bad apple
