(Parody of "Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love") MELANIE When the little green snake With its skin inclined to flake HAKEEM When the little green frog In
Don't ask me, ask Marie She's the one who wanted to be free I don't know why she said goodbye So if you must know Don't ask me, ask Marie I wish I knew
In my early childhood like all girls and boys I would cry over my broken toys The toy I remember was rusted in the rain the words of my mother eased all
straight to the ghetto Fill every stocking you find The kids are gonna love you so, uh! Leave a toy for Johnny Leave a doll for Mary Leave something
Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight, man Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, everybody, man Yeah, yeah, no doubt, I
*** Mary Jane all night Ooh, Mary Jane 'Cause I'll be f*** Mary Jane all day Ooh, Mary Jane You know what, see I'll be f*** Mary Jane all night Mary
cock bust a million rounds Dogg Pound internationals Drippin' off fools While the dock can bust The facility touch I made the game down correct And kissed my belt like I was James
who, ya know, She had tried to start a conversation with, but the only, really the only thing she had heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And
and the guitars ring, They have no thought of care or pain, It's time to dance their work is done, It's saturday night on ba - you pon pon. Oh sweet marie
made outta Korea Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a rock [Unverified] be beamed up behind the stove Askin' how Maria pop Leah Cursed out Leah, burst
an idea like that kid with the kite No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes Redness done, so I can script "my life" like mary blige
89 fuckin' Appolonia. (Clipse) Last name Robinson, first name Stacy I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy '88 graffiti, chicks was still masin' I was a Millionaire when Rick James
and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall I told James Brown stop smokin' Angel Dust and the pis-tal He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a restaurant brawl Mary
ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige See I damn near cried day Rick James died See that shit was
-eyed, This Savior whom we kneel beside. Some children see Him almond-eyed, With skin of yellow hue. Some children see Him dark as they, Sweet Mary's
'round the door Talked to St. James Though I'm already done And ask everyone Have you seen her Pretty Mary K Have you seen her Pretty Mary K
She overheard Mary cussin? her brother Called him a son of a bitch She got a good green limb off a sweet gum sapling Man that?s bound to sting But Mary
and gray She might close her eyes and sit, rocking gently for a bit Till all the bad thoughts go away Back when children played their games London Bridge and Jesse James