Lyrics:
Are-i-see-h-be-o-why-z you betta watch it Lil'girlies cause da boys so fly Just hit da lutt n cap da cL5 n We even old enough to drive O-K Are-i-see-h-be-o-why-z you
E-40: see-see-L-I-see-K-see-K Shit don't S-M-O-be Smob shit Check it V-Town in this bitch Studio Ton I'm in some deep
da da da Da da da have fun (Global, nuh local) Da da da, da da da, da da da, have fun Bay-C: Let's Go Chorus: T.O.K. (Bay-C) This a dancehall party,
k.c., yes.. uh.. Meth-tical! haha (chris) two-two's All right, all right, little mza Uh.. shaggy, shaggy, shaggy.. *fades*
it down her (ohhhhh) [Hook] - repeat 2X [St. Lunatics] St. Louis got tipdrill Nap-town got tipdrill Cleveland got tipdrill K.C. got tipdrill Miami
you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga It's the tennis shoe players
Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan I go way back like Vegas,
replay, I hate haters that be hatin? on players like me And the C-L-I-C-K See what a sucka don?t know is what a sucka can?t see And what a sucka can?t
capital H Littlest see but the biggest K It's them niggas be khakin' G red steady slidin' Fuckin' major bitches in see-K ridin' Glidin' as we roll
I'm dialing up Stephanie She got me polished like chrome Sittin on a throne I'm wore out know, I'm going home (Ooh lord) What's up K.C., what's up (x2)
a K and an E and an N and a T and you see K why That spells Kentucky but it means paradise You take a chicken and you kill it And you throw it in
Dirty bitch, little thirsty bitch Suck this dirty dick Ejaculation, all up in yo' eye Now it's blurry bitch F-U-C-K-L-IF-E f-U-C-K-L-O-V-E F-U-C-K
Spoken: Now Mouseketeers there's one thing we want you always to remember. Come along and sing our song and join our family M-I-C K
gun brr I am a beast grr Money machine brr F-U-C-K C-O-P's I say I know when they say freeze Yeah Ok you already knew No pussies, no rats, no
Mis-ka, Mou-ska Mickey Mouse! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E (that's me!) M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E It's the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Come inside, it's
repas On bosse tout le temps, pas d'répit, mon corps me demande du repos (rah) K.E.R.C, si j'ppe-ra, c'est pour percer (pah) C'est Or Noir qui m'a
to Fashion Week sittin' on the side with a double cup I got a sweet tooth All-white Rollie Sky-Dweller, and the face K.C. Blue Plain Jane gold presidential,
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n****s Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n**** Big
Mis-ka, Mou-ska Mickey Mouse! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E (that's me!) M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E It's the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Come inside, it's
yeah I think I need that A to the U to the C-K-L-A-N-D yeah that's where I be A to the U to the C-K-L-A-N-D yeah that's where I be A to the U
with angel wings Let's just see what it brings I don't see what represents this Just a case of fake smiles and kisses F.U.C.K.E.D. Open up the score
trynna keep me on the d low But I'm looking way too good and I know all the breezos wanting me tho This that big D.i.c.k energy This that Big D.i.c.k
nigguh come on Yo fuck the fakes fuck the fakes come on Yeah fuck fake friends nigguh come on Yo F U C K fake friends Put those middle fingers high in
B u c k, Come and dance the night away B u c k, Join the party join the fray B u c k, come on baby lose control B u c k, Party with Injustrial
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