Lyrics:
outta line and you gets a pimp smackin'
Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch
You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch
I
I was mad dip
Butterfly collars and shit
Chains from the slave ship
Dreads with the wave kit
Bifocals and wing-tips
Velvet pants and a velour
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing
And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
My skin is crawling,
hose, green, green grass
Two years old, and a round bare ass in the bright sunshine
Now it's put on your pants, put on your shirt
Put on your tie, go
Do mi dis call "The Father Jungle Rock"
I in a pants an' a Rosie in a frack
But, c-a-t, dat a cat say, r-a-t, dat a rat
For, mi say, f-a-t, dat
pants
See the look on the face of the fans
When i'm finish watch them clap their hands
(Clapping)
Verse 2
(B5)
All i'm asking is
(Dustin)
Baby can i have
like a damn Trojan
Stuff it in my pants, can't even walk, ho
Stuff it in my pants, I'm 'bout to fall over
Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all
.30 in my pants, that's why I walk like that
I got these VV's in my mouth, that's why I walk like that
I'm on the 110, doing one-ten (skrrt,
runnin out
So why not make it rain for them thunder thighs
I'm fly (I'm fly) like my pants zipper (like my pants zipper)
Fresher than old dude and his man
around 12 'o'clock
Pants sagged hat cocked got some weed in my pocket
Walk up in the spot shit pop like rockets
Head straight to the bar so I get my
The water's bubbling my vision starts doubling
The smoke's rising fast I pull the stem it comes rushing in
[CHORUS]
Yo
Liar liar pants on fire...
Liar
to get dressed.
I think your pants are by the door.
I think tomorrow we might be sore.
Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning,
Then checkin' out my rump
Then back to my sugalumps
When I shake it, I shake it all up
You probably think that my pants have the mumps
It's just my
finished lemme say something
If you want the truth lemme say something
I'ma boss, in a tank with my pants sagging
So tell em come through, if they can't
doin' well
I'm on q mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon
Boxers cost 500, I got my pant's saggin'
If he had to drive fifty miles, he was head
DVD, yeah
Put your hands up, yeah
Put your hands up, yeah
Throw them bands up (right)
Grip your pants up (right)
She a prancer (that's right)
stance, oh man
Take off, yo' pants, cancel yo' plans
I understand, you want a man
To be ya friend, you need this chance
Feel like you need some
talkin' like you wit' it but you ain't that
La-di da-di da, you mad or nah? (You mad, or nah)
I got model bitches, no pants, no bra (no pants, no bra)
have anything that I want
Nigga, you and your side-piece
Bitch, hit your dance, got you stiff in your pants
Ain't no ring on my hand, Rubi don't got
out the Sugarland
Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans
Purple stains over my Robin pants
Hand full of Jack, got me feeling like Billie Jean
I pour
shit all in that back
I got bands in my pants and I'm dancing
I'm like man, you a fan, why you snapping?
By the place, so I'm like baby, you my
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
inside of me
Posted by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
Think
the target
Fresh out the trap, my song just charted, ain't even started, I'm not in my bag
When you step into town gotta pull up your pants fam, pull up your
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