Freddy When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon, She completely done me in. And my heart went on a journey to the moon, When she told about her
Verse 1: When my days are dark and my nights are cold You come over so i won't be alone You canceled an engagement with your friends I cherish every
Ficky, ficky, SSWV Uh, uh, uh, uh, ficky, ficky, uh Can it be, I stayed away too long Did I leave your mind when I was gone It's not my thing trying
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I hear the music coming out of your radio Are you there with another girl instead of me? I hear your laughter and there?s something I've got to know Are
Instead of running Stay and keep it coming You're getting your kicks right at the source You're taking the guidance from the force Where do you get love
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something
He wasn't there when I needed him No, he was never around His reputation was preceding him And he was out on the town It didn't matter if he let me down
Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape
Chorus: Gotta get some lovin' (repeated) Too $hort: Gotta get me some pussy Biotch What's really goin' on? Yeah, $hort dog's in the house Funky fresh
I used to have a lot of bitches Straight down for me Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street But I'm a dog and I dog my broads Guerrilla pimpin',
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage
Right about now in the place to be Too $hort baby Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin' Dangerous Crew bitch With that old school Too $hort baby,
Man, this bitch blowing my beeper up Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at When you beeped me last
In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty orange carpet Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it And ride