Lyrics:
I don't mean your sexist
Snack. I mean New Nabisco Tits!, and new Cheese Tits, Corn Tits,
Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits, Onion Tits, Tater Tits. "Betcha
verses from the book "People In My Neighborhood" Volume 7 of "On My Way With Sesame Street")
(pic of Cookie Monster dressed in a chef hat and apron
I ain't even tryna go back to the way that shit was
I ain't worried bout another nigga I can turn his life to fuzz
I can tell you on them pills
stuff, got that sweet stuff
Got that hot blood, got that hot fuzz
[Got that] (x3)
[Pussy pop for a real one] (x3)
And you never gonna play me in my new
ourselves for a week
We don't need anyone to cook our food
We don't need anyone to tell us the damage that smoking does
We don't need the fuzz just don't
I don't get what I want then I'll take it in blood the queasy thug
Whose greed and lust just like cheap drugs that keep me buzzed
The heat and fuzz
the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz
And get you good when you in the city (yeah)
You want a buzz, I'll get you drugs
You want a bitch fur coat, I
to climb in her tights as yet
Flies stick to shit
Then I watched your halo start to fuzz
(Trains go flashing by)
And the world went crashing by
In
on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
Through your living
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can't escape the sirens
Don't take a scientist to see
and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion.
Long about noontime
Floating 'cross the field, Georgie heard the peel of a bell being rung by the parson
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
little pigs gotta roast him
Driving down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherfucker's out fucking Smurfette
Ain't saw the wolf yet, but it's no
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
is Sesame Street
Big bird
You can't be splashing, you got no things
You're getting salty, you ain't a fish
You know now I just fantasize
In
beat up.
Came back momma hot wait here clean up.
Belt buckles sounding like onomonopia.
Watch tv Sesame was a teacher.
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers I
an uber, these bitches so boujee they told me "make sure issa benz"
I don't gotta finish the story, by now u should know how it ends
I brought her Celine
If Your Dads In The Hood
Not Bad Meaning Bad, But Bad Meaning Good Good Good
[Slakah:]
Lady, Somebody Shot Up The Place Right By
Where I Work And I
with a two by two
Lady, what'Il you do about me
Well you can call your lawyer, you can call the fuzz
You can sound the alarm, wake the neighbors up
and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion.
Long about noontime
Floating 'cross the field, Georgie heard the peel of a bell being rung by the parson
up no luck, I woke up no luck
And when your stich comes loose
I want to sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you
I took too many
the queasy thug
Whose greed and lust just like cheap
Drugs that keep me buzzed
The heat and fuzz couldn't touch me
I'm out of reach because
I'm eating lunch
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