Lyrics:
at work finds your mood up tight
Life is tough, your my love, no time to fight
come her little lady, were gonna get down tonight
how could she say no, I
coolin with my peeps beach bunnies showing out from the waist to the back seat
The summer fest year after year I'm in the sun and my body's feelin blessed
a good boy like Little Jack Horner
Lost a good lot of friends due to my own actions but I don't want em back no cap
Cah now I'm moving different
That's
seen
[Attitude] Huh, sellout
[Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
[Attitude] Forever (Seatown)
[Attitude] Yeah, and that's from
we know
Sweat is running down my back
I'm wearing leather, black
Falling into a trap
There is no turning back
I got my ladies with me
Fellas
we know
Sweat is running down my back
I'm wearing leather, black
Falling into a trap
There is no turning back
I got my ladies with me
Fellas
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
and Mixx said, "Bet"
We landed in Naussau, when walkin downtown
We met four females, all of were down
Went to the beach on Paradise Isle
We played water
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
have that map out
Introduce you to these niggas that I rap about
Pull a strap out
Nigga you better back down
Like a stripper
Don't you do the tax
on the full clip
Party over here
Party next door
Party on the dance floor
Ladies everywhere
Cush in the air
She don't even smoke like that
Got afraid to back
a recess pieces to get turned out too
Now I can get that man back
But how you gonna sue me child support
When you ain't sat down and wrote me a rap
See
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49
(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller
The old man said, prepared to face the music and laugh
"Bring the shadows down on the heads of the soft ladies
That lie on their mechanical beds"
"And
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Hey, hey
Dis ya boy, Lil Jon (Lil Jon)
BME Click (BME Click)
What's up 40? (What's happenin'?)
What's up
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Hey, hey
Dis ya boy, Lil Jon (Lil Jon)
BME Click (BME Click)
What's up 40? (What's happenin'?)
What's up
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
go from la to the bay and then back
Cause I'm very much missing my bae
Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace
And erase it
Flow into
I'm from it goes down
No y'all ain't ready for me now
Yeah it goes down
Haters trying to get in my lane I roll down my windows and wave
You probably
[Intro]
This is for my ladies,
Sexy like champagne Glass,
You what I'm talking about,
A reflection of a Pena Colada,
Listen up?
[Verse 1]
the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man
There he caught him a ride
He said, I just got loose from
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
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