Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
I could tell the meaning of a word like serene I got some 'O' Grades when I was sixteen I can tell the difference between margarine and butter I can say
(Intro-[Solange]) Oohh Ba ba baaa ba-da ba Oohh Ba ba baaa ba-da ba (Verse 1-[Solange]) Now I don't wanna step out tonight What do you think about that
Del melocoton se invento una historia el sol Para darle a tus mejillas su color Fue la juventud la que con su gorro azul Te llevaba en bicicleta por el
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor I think I took a bruise to my jaw Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four I never see
when i was 13 i bought a scally cap looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat couldn't wait to grow up and drink with the crew put my name on the
I've never seen you frown this much It's time that we left this haunted town The spookiness of night surrounds us in trees Us on bikes on fountains Never
A small cigar can change the world I know, I've done it frequently at parties Where I've won all the guests' attention With my generosity and suave gentlemanly
The actors milling helplessly The script is blowing out to sea But what the hell We didn't even pass an audition The lines you'll have to improvise The
Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake With hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths wailing Putting
All right and honorable gentlemen And lady, too Will kindly try to restrain themselves In derring do As verbal hard graffiti flies And echoes wall to
Tear it down in double quick time To get the 'A' truck shifted 'bout midnight The locker rooms are empty but the strobo tuners Still spin with their pitching
Critic of the black and white It's your first night The passion play gets in the way Spoils your insight Tell me how the baby's made How the lady's laid
Your mother she protected you And softened every blow And brought you up to fear the worst To be careful as you go And the learned educators With drip
Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire She's a hard liner, tightrope cross Niagara She'd cut the wire, never feel a thing Walked the sidewalk of
Got a grand house out in the country marble pillars holding the door Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before Got a Roller out in the garage
The tiger flashes sharpened teeth Bowler-hatted, summer briefs Beneath his pinstriped skin To kill demands a business sense Economy moves non-residence
``hello. this is `law of the bungle part ii'. by the way, I'm martin Barre; but sometimes I'm an owl, and my feathers are really smooth, And when I feel