you're the lonely one Machines can't jerk Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys 'Cause hard boys groove and white boys masturbate But then Soft Boys
Translation: Robyn Hitchcock. Give It To The Soft Boys.
Translation: Soft Boys. Give It To The Soft Boys.
I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it
it to the off ima take it take it off ima take it to the club then ima take it to the loft ima take it to my niggas , ima take it to the boss ima
to this verse here, closer! These boys are soft like butter, But they still wanna toast me, So put your hands up, nice and slowly! This is stick up, now! Give
's to all the boys who came along Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases all night long An' do you wonder where those boys have gone? Do you wonder
Flashing deal with the realest Shopping like it's still December Diplomat on the fender of the Phantom I'm the winner I do it for the hood I do it cause
it's a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain? "Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it" "C O double M O to the N" (
good no mo' But she could make a trick cum in a minute Anything you want you can get it Anything you pay for, she'll earn Give her some money, she'll
' with the beat in the back Party time, get busy, party time Party time so get busy Shake it, bake it, make it, break it Work that body girl just don't fake it
niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off, dank niggaz be sniffin dark bank mission accomplished boss crack hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit let it
that girl with the ponytail she roll with the dark horse and I deserve it, all my life I worked hard for them other cats aint going in that sh-t is soft
And if it's hot Uh huh Then let it drop Uh huh And if it bumps Then turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop
him How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest But she
I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying But it
it in place for the nine-uno-seis Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal magnetic b-boy, scientific It
nigga Come - RIGHT BACK; dump on a nigga Give him what he want if he want we'll hunt for 'em all He'll be - RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that Expect
