fifty G's I get ten keys and straight out weight it I lock my area down you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more
I gotta Cup full of Yack Posted in the back passin options Wit no lap dance this chance will cost ya Just get low for the boys that's watchin Shake it
Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion? But when it comes to residuals, they look past us Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us Even in white
you nightly They tell me, "Son, we want you" be elusive, but don't walk far For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For your dancing where
Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance
clear? Let's wait and see it may just be the perfect year. (THEY dance.) NORMA It's New Year's Eve and hope are high, Dance one year in, kiss one
land suspension Transmissions from the micronaut girl Where are you now And we'd like to think you found your own way home On your own Where's Gerrold
? ? ? ? ? ? Chorus Where I come from there's no racists at all Personal de snow me I go rebel ? ? ? ? Black people black and a white is a white We
like amazon bitches, that's about 6'3, cause I love it when the pussy eye to eye with me. Where my big girls at? Where my big girls? Big momma she can
G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never
as well be the nite...(Mr. Thanksgiving!) White boy on the beat, how surreal is that? (GOD) I mean, for reallies, the illest, I hate to kill the cat (
my wrist to see What time it is, and my hip where the llama is I look at ya'll cats checks like where the commas is? Fish tanks in the headrests, where
NASA Who give you the latest dances, trends, and fashion But when it comes to residuals, they look past us Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us Even in white
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don?t walk far" For we?re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For you?re dancing where
Heems: I'm from Cop Killer Never killed a cop, though More the type to burn a spliff and eat a bag of nachos More the type to read a novel, maybe 'bout