my bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and the glove, but didn't give me a curl (Hey Mama) And you never put no
we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit ups right and Tuck your tummy tight and do
bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and the glove, but didn't give me a curl (hey Mama) And you never put no man
't you let go of my hand Don't let go of my hand Don't let go of my hand He's working day and night, thinks he'll make her happy Forgetting all the dreams
t had nothin against it But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends did They'd always pick and nag call him fag and such and such And
Nigga Nigga.. Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kickin dirt on Michael's name Show Woody and
me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night
another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and
got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' workin' day and night
gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit ups right and Tuck your tummy tight and do your