Lyrics:
him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!
Harry:
Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! I'll handle
This must run in my genes
It be making me happy
Stuffing these rackies
Inside of my jeans yeah
She callin me papi
But Im not her daddy
Cause I would
You are now tuned in to Bexar County Club radio Two One O
Stupid ass
Hold up bitch, hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold up bitch (aye)
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I'm
buried or you burn and they put you in an urn (uh)
Sprinkle me, dawg (dawg), put that ink on me, dawg (dawg)
Just to rep for my city (city), just to rep
diamonds just like a sonar
I don't need to use no fucking persona
always by myself, little bitch, I'm a loner
But god damn think, I'm due for change
my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some
dial-a-gene, buy-a-gene
Take a second look, did one just passed by way?
Gene Machine
Gene Machine
You never know one
When you see her
Quite aware
Mistaken
on
She say she ain't do her dance in so long
Yeah she ain't do her dance in so long
And I ain't hit that ass in so long
Now wait bitch hold on yeah
I'm
I wanna kiss you, and
I wanna hold you
You don't know just what you mean to me
You are the sunshine
Of my life, my baby
And I'll love you endlessly,
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
Or have u ever slept on an Intex?
We don't give a fuck shit we still sex
Hold a nigga up like a benchpress
Even though i put her through the big stress
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
To be wack deε ma guy I no go fit hold it
Man in fact imma write only the Dope verses
I dey love it when it pops so I no fit go just wrong like that
Wack
daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then
dig it?
There is no girl in the whole world
That can love me like you do - ow!
Tell 'em bout it, Watson
My baby now, when she walks by
All
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
me
Your mom gave you the greatest genes
I hope you have the sweetest dreams
Ya, by all means
We got time only eighteen
Down to the floor just like them
I won't go back tonight
For all the time I just fake up my smile
I mess it up, don't hold my hand
My habit my gene I will do that again
I chase
its hold on you and I
I keep on asking why
This Selfish Gene
Lives inside of me
Our Selfish Gene
Is not something we need, anymore
In life I see
the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
Just put her on blast
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