bass 9-1-7 b-b-b-b-b-b-bass 917 it's a black thing? it's got to be a black thang. (repeat)
the nation by storm! Here's a report. Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice There's a brand new dance and it's comin' to your town It's done by the people who can
whore 'Cause it's the way I like to fuck It's face down an' ass up Say face down, ass up That's the way we like to fuck Face down, ass up That's the
together, no man walks alone No matter what, they can't stop us They ain't doin' us just 'cause, when it's just us Any circumstance we must overcome Let's
fine senorita Mamalopenga, mama sita It's a black thing, baby, so you know it's sweeter Okay Juanita, now I must be your guy She said, Juanita's my
Funky, hey Umph, so funky Funky, hey I'm nasty as I wanna be I express myself so vulgarly Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it That's why some suckas
As you know, we are now in the strip club in Magic City Ohh, somebody's beeper goin' Yo, oh, hey, hey, hey, hold on Yeah, that's the one by me, yo, yeah
down here [Incomprehensible] United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of Atlanta United State, U United State, U United State, U
we do in Cali Just ask one of my patients cause they always tell me that the... [Chorus] K.U.S.H. keeps us so high The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high The
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life, you were only waiting For this moment to arise Blackbird
Jet, Jet, Jet I can almost remember The funny faces That time you told me That you were going to be marrying soon And jet, I thought The only lonely
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring
I'm on fire Tell me now baby is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher I'm on fire Sometimes it's like someone
the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove 800
Well, I came to your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody
The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking
I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now
Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families, some looking