want It's all I need Just some tongue Can satisfy me Don't say u're not ready Because I know you are Stop Being shy You crazy ass whore Chrous: Gimme some tongue
Translation: Sex Pistols. Tongue.
consumers, how I look at life It's just another day in a hooker's life With no tricks, there's no pimpin' It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no
I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex You
the L.A. sky For some damn reason it makes me smile And I don't know what you're doing to me But it sure feels right I'm driving down Sunset Boulevard Sex Pistols
Camp Cristal Home on the range, rebel with a pen Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol
Take a look at daddy mo' with his attitude slung down low. He's a pistol packin' pete with a cocain tongue, Long enough to lick his pinkie toe. Drives
able to leave the cradle I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table Sittin right beside a pistol And I'm watchin my pops, pick up
[Sex noises] (food clothes medicine) Heh. So y'all know it's nearly a hundred and ten degrees in this fuckin' vulgar room domain. Got the motherfuckin
[Redman] Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like Janet Jackson, she's
at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol
the LA sky, For some damn reason it makes me smile, And I don't know what you're doing to me, But it sure feels right. I'm driving down Sunset Boulevard, Sex Pistols
Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol
