Lyrics:
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
fightin' for your shot
And you've been searchin' for your spot
Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah
Oh, you think you got your groove
But you
said to me
She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face"
That's when I knew it was true love
We were inseparable after that
Aw, we ate together,
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
New Kids On The Block, let's rock, it's Christmas time
We're gonna celebrate it
back (Back)
I'm writing and writing and writing til' i see that my dad has got the new jag (New jag)
And then i'll be flexing on flexing cos everyone can
the name of the
Song should be you know
The "Theraflu" song?
PW: yeah
KW: yeah, we’re about to give it a new name
PW: It’s getting that big – they’re
Going
you've got to have the threads if you wanna be hot stuff
You may look pretty but you don't know a thing
Let me take you under my wing
We'll get you
You've got substance abuse
You've got, you know
It's a lot of issues in the world to talk about"
Maybe I'm not ready for the white lies
Angels cutting
la la la
Sing
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
Come closer honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh
right
When they ask what's wrong, I say I'm okay
I'm in love with my girl, she's away
Man, you've got to move on, man, you've got to move on, man
I need
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
got it but it ain't gon' hook right
Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit' it the whole night
Try to hit and she hid the Sprite, got you mad like Tina
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces
Yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah (make some noise)
even-stevens
I'm so strong right now
I could fuck little more and
Not breed a weakling
And I make it look easy
Like I'm just getting Ps for speaking
I got
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
and grow the stuff
It's the words, now ya heard,
Repeat the name and know the suss
It's bliss 'n eso and they
Gobble our sound down
And get off the ground
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
Nobody's comin' for me
Like a little splinter buried in your skin
Someone else can carve it out but when you've got the pin
It hurts a little less
love unless I got that dope stuff
Aye
And you've been telling me that there's no love
I know they show no love unless I got that dope stuff
So what y'all
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
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