Lyrics:
Sandler]:
You dig? You tell me which of the two they're doin' okay? Workin' out or havin'
Sex?
[Man]:
Yeah I got ya
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright I'm pressing
We got something to say
Ya know
It's one of those joints here
Yolanda
Umm, Hmm...
Check this out
Ya know
It's time to change
Yolanda
keep calling me adam but yet I still don't gotta eve
I said that shit make believe
Yeah
I said that shit is make believe
Yeah
But they didn't trust me
YA
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
on a hoe I abuse
Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who
When I fuck the shit out you, then the next day
I rush the shit out you off my two-way
You
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
before
Ménage à trois with Yolanda's if you're that hung and bored
But I'll be with the sawdust, chopping beats up to fund us more
Got a fleet of ideas,
God be my numero uno (yea)
Pop tell me you gotta do more (aye)
They tell me viq you don't smile too much (wah!?)
But I'm spreading my cheeks like
on the ground head in the clouds
Smoking this weed now I'm noisy as hell
Sippin the drank I'm aroused as well
I can tell by your character you gonna tell
I do my
body get you in the nude
I want you to blow me like Ima balloon
I’m feeling like Adam I wanna eat yo fruit
My lil bitch she do what I tell her to do
I
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
my room taking off her bra
Why you in my business don't tell no one what ya saw
I'm into science I just want her atoms no Yolanda
I be so fly niggas
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
we stay on point like Stacey Adams (Dogghouse!)
I'm bumpin' parliament and then Yolanda Adams
I'm just dippin' that's all, I'm just dippin'
D-A
me, now you gotta kiss me"
And when I tell 'em no I think all they hear is convince me
Don't think I'll make it home tonight
Blinded by these Friday
soul
Goodbye, then it's back on the road
To a clean slate in America, with dirt in ya toes
It gotta get a little dark for that person to glow
And pops,
Madison square
Listen, you get the theme them silly memes ain't gettin' cream
Stacy Adams tied tight suit fitted clean
And I can tell you what the new thug
Cause I will ride for you, I would die for you
Under Oath I testify for you I would lie for you
So tell me if ya doing the same, tell if ya doing the same
the back we got a priest
Looking for a spot to get a feast
Let's go to Bakers Delight
Unkle Adams, man
Whachu gotta say, G
Tell 'em, G
When they ask who
of moment my flesh taking over
Seen this woman deep inside I want her
But by God I’m chosen man I gotta focus
Mixed emotions and I can’t control it
Heat
the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D
Sick ya bitch all up on my dick
Cause you a bug, you a flee and I'm a G
I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood
But I don't bend no I don't budge
I keep that
from me
(Don't get tricked by Satan like Adam & Eve)
(Uhh)
Turn your fantasy to a reality
(You can be yourself not who you try to be)
Tell me your
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