Lyrics:
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
Strict time
Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
And a cold sweat breaks out on a sweater girl
Strict time
Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial
to pass, they were both were blessed
By one little blue-eyed princess
With the softest golden curls you've ever seen
But then one day, he met this
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman.
She makes love just like a woman.
And then she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks
And bangers with Jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die
stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that
ounce
Girls with curls and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
(She thinks she's
Loving me is like straightening curls
You've got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I
I like it rough, I
I like it rough
You've got me wondering
Cause that's my girl
And she's gonna stay mine
She's all mine, every curvy line
And even those dark brown curls
Now lay off, that's my girl
Now the shit's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggas kickin' up dust
not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm
buttoned up
Strict time
Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl
Strict time
Oh he's all hands, don't
He would spend it on the ponies,
He would spend it on the girls,
Buy his mother gin and roses
For her poor old henna'd curls.
And when his wife
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yeah, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yeah, she does
And she aches just like
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman
Yes she does, she makes love like a woman
Yes she does, and then she aches just like a woman
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
your money, quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls
Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms
Save your money, start your own business
So these little
your money, quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls
Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms
Save your money, start your own business
So these little
friends, we like to hear you
When it's dark, you're home and fed
Curl up, snug in your water bed
Moon is shining and the stars are out
Good night,
of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could
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