Lyrics:
desire)
Barry, you want some chicken
(The undeniable passion)
Aw, you that singin' stuff
(The love, of someone are some thing)
You know you want some
desire)
Barry, you want some chicken
(The undeniable passion)
Aw, you that singin' stuff
(The love, of someone are some thing)
You know you want some
Dennis is 45 and lives at home with mum
Just like he's done for his whole life
And though he's not all there and doesn't go out anywhere
His mum
and parents
Will say we were wrong about you Dennis
Hey Dennis!
That's my name!
Are you really going to run with the bulls?
Why would I do that?
'Cause
no mistake
You're in the place to be by far so let's get
Crazy like we ain't never gonna see tomorrow, come on
Are you comfortable right there,
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
ballin
Tell scott to cut a check
I should be sponsored by Spaulding
See me in the club
Wit’ my n****s
And you know we mobbin
Everything authentic wit us
you all on mines?
If I fuck your friend that gives advice, that a be a crime
You give her a Richard Mille, and she still wouldn't give you time
You in
on a cold one
And the next thing you know
We are all warmly toasting each other
You'd have to be crazy to fish in this weather
I don't know how anyone does
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all (you're all)
I need (all I need) (you don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm
Watched all my friends die or change in front me
Ride around with that desert bird in the front seat
The four-pound BLOWS! it just goes so loud
Hit you dead
love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by
to bring a good time and you can ask Portnoy
Saturdays are for the boys
This is my conscription all of y'all pay attention
If you wanna criticize, at me
the dust, I know in whom I can trust
I send my prayers up while yours are covered in dust
We in between hemispheres so I think we're Midwest
Or Call us
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
dragged my name in the dirt (nope, oh, yeah, yeah)
All this work to be successful
When you abandon me 'cause of what you heard (yeah, oh, yeah, heard)
I
funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's
fans
Broke in the hole
Might as well get an only fans
I do it all my nigga like a renaissance
She sucking my dick and you thinking she's innocent
I call
the
Fuck out of here!
When it's all said and done
Are you going to want to
Have kids? Get married?
Oh my goodness, i have to! I have to! Yep
I'm gonna get
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway
sitting looking at you like
Well the whole European
French bread
Of all of Europe the only thing that stuck out in my mind is the bread
I you know you
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
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