B A Bay, B E Bee B I Bickie Bye B O Bo Bickie Bye Bo B U Boo Bickie Bye Bo Boo C A Say, C E See C I Sickie Sye C O So Sickie Sye So C U Soo Sickie Sye
Translation: Children Lyrics. B-a-bay.
If there's a chance that your heart misses The words I try to say with kisses If I don't seem to look as happy as I should I wouldn't want to live without
the bay Watching the tide roll away Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the 'Frisco bay 'Cause
the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco bay I
the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away Sit on the dock of the bay wastin' time, ooh ooh I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco bay
! It's Mr. B's ballroom Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, it's Mr. B's ballroom Woh woh woh, woh oh
dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wasting time I left my home back in Fiji Headin' for the Turtle Bay I had
to stacking cabbage It ain't a hobby motherfucker it's a habit I have it in my blood (what) to taste lute And take fruit to the cranium harder than titanium It's like a
you just like a slap box Pop the 44 slug blow your top off Calling me a faggot ask my nina who was in a They seen you on the table bustin raps for extra
the bay Watching the tide roll away Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wasting time, yeah I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco bay, yeah 'Cause
it seems There ain't nothing in my pocket but three nickels and a dime But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream Somebody threw a baseball through my
's midnight on the bay And lights are shinin' And the sailboats sway And that cool ocean breeze. Blowin' down through the keys I think I'll call it a
understand and for every happy woman there's a lonely man. Nixon had his puppy Charles Manson had his clan but God forbid that I get a girlfriend. Even Hitler had a
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
got oil well money, in the desert playing golf Go chase short stack sheiki with a Louis scarf Chest cold diamonds make a nigga wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a
and Ice-T, I'd like to send This special shout out, 'Fuck the police, fuck the F.B.I., fuck the D.E.A. Fuck the C.I.A., fuck Tipper Gore, Bush and his
you, to you Oh We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh?) Or just put on that N.W.A. Comin' straight outta Compton on that
