Lyrics:
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
it (Throw it)
Tom Brady on them hoes yeah you Know it
(Know it)
And I don’t pop Molly, I rock Tom Ford
Now it's curls for the girls
Curls for the girls
Peeping Tom
Peeping Tom, yeah
She hides in shadows
And never comes too close
My mystery lady
Haunts me like a ghost, oh
I don't know who she is
Chorus
Who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy?
I need you, I need you, I need you, tell me who
Who's that girl, who's that
a fly girl a fly girl
{A flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl}{girl-GIRL, girl-GIRL}
My name is Boogie Knight and yes I'm a Capricorn
I like the fly girls who
the party start get it hot like fire?
Who makes the rude boys and spend a lot of dollars?
Girl pretty in their face, they look fine and proper, yeah
Dress
B.O.B
Give it to em shawty
I'm eons and eons beyond these peon's
Another human like me there will never be one
The planet that I'm from, I can't
locked up and turned 21
I was 21 with a 31
I'm going out like Future in my 30
Bitch, like, nephew, you doing me dirty
You called 10 times, girl, I ain't
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
was I a side show
A girl with soft ego
I'm not Bob Ross I'm Michelangelo
So don't you forget my name
I'll work like a girl
Work like a girl
Don't you
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
lineup topping me
Gon head get on top of me girl
Fuck me like you can't get over me girl
Something bout you just controlling me girl
Cause we can't be
out)
Girl is out at night
Now, don't you ask yourself
Who they are
Like everybody else
They wanna be a star
Yeah, yeah, they're just bad girls
light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by
Kid's rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go
every way
The kinda girl that makes you say,
"I hope she comes my way"
Well I'm lookin' for a girl who virtuous
Cause God laid it on my heart
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
deep
Like a dirty water doggin' a bird
Sometimes a certain tom's he gotta peep
I'm a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, I think I
way you see those is with no clothes
So there's a few who knows
Maybe Brad Pitt know
Billy Bob saw a few so she got some more
I'm sayin'
Hello
Niggas already jealous
We in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers
She already wanna pick, bitch don't be so over zealous
Go to the bar to get
Let's play a game
Let's just pretend like you don't know who I am
Believe it if you say that you're not a fan
Act like I'm interested in some other
Girl girl (x8)
[E-40]
I throw the yola in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my
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