grew up on ma music Ya mumma's one of ma hoes Ya daddy's one of ma foe's Ya granny's been to one of ma shows It is contrary that my literachary Is very
both out See all I'm tryin' to do Is make you party rock Nonstop, trucks by the fly Cubans with the rocks Superior yachts Inspired to stay hot The hell wit cher
over here" "On that AIDS thing" "YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick" "Yo, yo" "And get this done" [Verse One: Killah Priest
left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my Seed and Wiz well cultured Kill enemies by mailin them the
Thinkin' back in time Someone said that love is blind But they were wrong You just choose to not see When it's right before your eyes You'd rather compromise
be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T. If I get one wish I'ma wish to die
over to dance off this Handle yo business but I know you do it way better You dead wrong So if you totin by and niggas make noise When you pass by find
And I am all alone. There is no one here beside me. And my problems have all gone. There is no one to deride me. Ah, But you got to have friends! The
, baby By the hand, hand, take me by the hand, pretty mama Dance with your daddy all night long Wanna hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by
Let me ask you do you remember jelly bean Cherri Show Case Club sense in tha game, Lemme tell you about some ghettos, Inglewood East Lameadows(?) ATL. [Chorus] You got a one
, sweetest one, me oh, my oh, son of a gun We'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher
chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured Kill enemies by
like this song? No, I don't like this song I'll try to write you a new one I like it, I think Well, Cher, you got to say something Cher don't be bashful
chainsaw You're still amazed by the way she plays Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire Salt from the pepa and my name is Cher From
cigarettes Ah but two hours of pushing broom gets a eight by twelve four bit room Well I'm a man of means by no means king of the road King of the road
one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, gonna have
the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher