Lyrics:
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
Yeah
Stephen Marley
Yeah my love, oh oh
Shaggy! Uh
Yeah my love (yeah, my love)
And if I don't tell you, as much as I want to
Girl, my love
shaka-laka lokey, shaggy the clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (dick
Anus)
Cuz I could give two
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as I can grow it, my hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy
behind locked doors on a Saturday night
Bittersweet, it's all the same
Cigarettes and sugarcane
What the light don't touch is all I know
Yea to Heaven
puisque tu dis m'aimer tant que ça
Désormais nous sommes trois, lui toi et moi
It's a shaggy kind of story
Would I tell you if I thought it was a lie?
But
of your hair
Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on
Uh Shaggy
Hey sexy lady, I like
All the ghettos around the world
Dig this, ghetto Fabulous Joe
Shaggy
All the children sing
I'm a ghetto child
I'm a ghetto child
(Check it, out)
fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
Spinning back down to earth riding in a tornado, lands a wicked clown... Shaggy 2 Dope,
Southwest Strangla.
You were made to shine under Southern stars
Pure as the mountain rain
You're the love songs pouring out of this guitar
Sweeter than sugarcane
fun.
We can let go, by the water.
Shaggy: Bang! Pow! Boom!, sunny like high noon, met some lettes, and they all comin' over soon.
Have aluha, I'm
rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
[Nate The Mack (Shaggy 2 Dope)]
Fucking you up won't
a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from
I am a suburban homeboy with a suburban 'ho right by my side
I am a suburban homeboy and I say yo dog to my pool cleaning guy
I hope I'm baggy
to jail
[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
I see the Witch is preaching every night on channel 13
He wants some money with the number on the screen, I hit the scene
Stick by the pole like a mf stripper
Strip strip strip strip
Peso
I fucked that bitch up in my nike slippers
Scored a 15 and i call it back ripper
Stick
I come to know my demons all by name
Ones just a savage and feel no pain
the other one's a thinker with an empty brain
The last one's the devil in
Back down there
One fine morning gonna pull up stakes
Gonna chalk it all up as just a bad mistake
Gonna hit the decks running, bid a fond farewell
By
You formed a gang called the mad kids of new street
your shenanigans couldn’t be traced by the police
you’re only twelve years old but you know a lot
(nigga please)
By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back
From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane
You ain't shaggy anymore, DA, I ain't
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Aww shit, here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks,
a redneck, a redneck, a chicken ass redneck,
A bitch with a beard and a redneck. Yo Shaggy step to that red ass
neck. Bitch, it's Shaggs. Before I teabag yo'
boys and girls and everyone we got a carnival for that ass!
Tens of thousands of freaks,sideshows, and fools
a carnival who together lives by their own
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