-by, baby when I got her in the box She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around
Man, I can sell anything, mane I got the mouth piece of a pimp, man Who want it, who want it? I can sell it, I can sell it Who need it, who need it?
Saigon [Verse 1] Say Konichiwa umm, all you niggas know who I am I rock diamond wooden ? threw some pieces on my timing I'm in everything that's fresh
I hit the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin' all her homies, that I can fuck her Like
Uh, I sneak a forty like a Cheetah And give a call to the wild when I greet her, meow The coochie leader, bend on over and touch your toes And I can jump
must give something back For something they get" I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum And asked her how come And she buttoned her boot, and straightened her
must give something back For something they get" I stood there and hummed I tapped on her drum and asked her how come And she buttoned her boot and straightened her
a five-piece band He hangs it up above the jungle line The jungle line, the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time Floating, drifting on
tight, and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick. 'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile! Until next time
gentle note Eurydices eyes popped from their sockets And her tongue burst through her throat Oh mama, oh mama, oh mama, oh mama "Oh God, what have I done" he said As her
're ageless? Align yourself with the divine Allow your inner sage to burn your rage less 'Cause I find you're testaments of time There is no space for time
birdy Fly like a Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them Damn, how you supposed to see the time
Getcha getcha lips wet 'cuz it's time to have pep On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop To the next man in the three-piece suit I spend
with her straight black jeans And her friend got class, that kind of girl to make her whole clique get mad A dime piece, you could sit a cup on her ass
should go get her"?) Tell me, "You should go get her" (But loving you) Loving you, loving you, loving you Is a waste of time (A waste of time) Oh, a waste of time
score chart Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time
for) The other piece that shines in his mind was a divine first love Sewn-made, beauty, brown-eyed queen he left behind He remembers holding her tight
Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the
