Lyrics:
new shoes
Hey George (hey George) what have you got to lose?
With my hand on your thigh
I just look you in the eye and I say
"Not a whole lot baby"
new shoes
Hey George (hey George) what have you got to lose?
With my hand on your thigh
I just look you in the eye and I say
"Not a whole lot baby"
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is going to spy
To see if reindeer
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
wasted
Say lord please, send us a helping hand
(Love, love, love) lord, there's got to be some changes
(Love, love, love) gonna be a whole lot
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry
a beggar or a king?
Got no trouble, got no time,
Eternity is mine
I got a whole lot of everything
I can take this town
And just burn it to the ground
My rowdy friends all here
Time to get the party started
Gonna have fun so forget about your worries
Lot's of good looking women on the hunt
Three
of my ill composition
This is the third of the new Tribe addition
MCs be swinging, but a lot of them be missing
So shut your bloodclot and listen
Well I'm up here in this womb
I'm lookin' all around hmm mm mm
Well I'm lookin' out my belly button window
And I see a whole lot of frowns
Have you heard baby
A whole lot a people comin' right on down
Communication, yeah, is comin' on strong
I don't give damn baby
If your hair is short
Have you heard baby
A whole lot a people comin' right on down
Communication, yeah, is comin' on strong
I don't give damn baby
If your hair is short
Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes
I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn
I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn
I got a lot
Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones' Christmas joys
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go
Ho ho
to be
Like laughin', love
Make a lot out of a little
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple
looking for you, I'm checking for her
I'm parking lot pimpin', I'm honking at women, I'm all on the curb
Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake
Fuckboys should tighten up a whole lot
I got some niggas with me down for runnin' up in your spot
And these niggas got hatchets and ratchets
Some of them
There's a whole lot of talk around town
About the way you're carrying yourself
Whole lot of talk around town, woman
About the way you're carrying
nobody want to hear about-face
We bled for America
To keep y'all fed in America
But whats the point of talking a lot of y'all don't really even care
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
Well I'm up here in this womb
I'm lookin' all around hmm mm mm
Well I'm lookin' out my belly button window
And I see a whole lot of frowns
gonna need a lot of Merlot
But the question is where'd I just go
So let 'em say what they want to about us
When they say your name
They're lifting
To keep a lot of folk alive
Now I'm a man, I made twenty-one
You know baby, we have whole lots of fun
Because I'm a man, spell them
Hey child, man boy
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
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