my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble So next time a girl gives you the play Just remember my
baffled in their journey Through the music business Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last Their strides towards musical success Are little more
assassin Track Mastahs Turn that music up Rockland Hovah Woo! Yes, yes Somebody's girl is at this party Shakin' that ass to this Somebody's girl is
Listen homeboys, don't mean to bust your bubble But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble So next time a girl gives you the play Just remember
tempted to touch Those things you do behind close door girl just be keeping me... Verse 1 This is that freak music bang bang skeet skeet music Girl
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
the winding sheets! CHRISTINE: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . . . that voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . . Little
s that medicated bed taste? I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow cases Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces Like that
shaking like the blue flame It keeps coming, this and that, that and this Another suing me, well I add him to the list Flows and flows, with the girls
of course you've been saying no, no, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much. Because you're just a little girl really, and you're afraid, and you
the road till the tire goes flat I filled it up with air again baby, hold that You a bad girl, look you got your sheets all wet Squeeze tight so I never
Especially no French-vanilla import who has the audacity to call herself "Brooklyn." M.C. Ladies and gentlemen, Saturday morning was never like this. Radio City Music
assassin Trackmastahhs Turn that music up Rockland Hovahh Woo, yes, yes Somebody's girl is at this party Shakin' that ass to this Somebody's girl is
stifled a scream and grabbed her purse Pushed past a drunk on the doorstep who hit her with a curse Yea she's lost, lost in the night Little girl lost
, and say amen, amen, once again The day breaks in technicolor A mother wakes her child from slumber A little boy peeks out from under the sheets and
's scowlin' with his feet on the desk Boom, boom, against the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay, ay And then push came to shove and shove came to biff Girls
