time they try to take a girl virginity And through the bullshit, you lost your identity, and lost your cool Cuz you ain't know what to tell all your
test Tivoli fah Wey put copper inna kidney, lead inna li-va Matches lane, South side and Tella-Vi-va Mek blood run guh swell a river Common gun sing like Madonna
Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smokin my favorite berry's F65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top but it's white like Madonna
the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna Have now taken my place Now, little boy lost He takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery He likes to live
by Spice Girls] Yeah, well, I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I'll tell ya
stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, hey Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support Throw up your hands if you're going to court, hey The life that you live
is No one can live without the decisions of their own It seems so they look to someone else To tell them what to be, tell 'em what to wear Tell 'em what
wanna man Tell me the truth is that a man or Juwanna Mann I'm wonderin' why she "ret to go" like Wanda then When we met you was a V like Madonna, man
enjoy... I roll with kids with pierced faces and bad attitudes You'll get stomped like a roach for acting rude Show some gratitude And we just might reserve the right to let you live
, you just a groupie Girls call my telephone just to hang up While me and you is in the crib, laying up Oh, he ain't tell you that we live together And
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Looking through a glass onion I told you 'bout the fool on the hill I tell you man he living there still Well, here's another
America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's momma I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
Yeah, we here tonight, live on stage Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna And of course Kool Keith Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium Now you
as live as this? My pool size is sick But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my positive Tell them Free Willy if your thigs are thick
to carry me home But I wait too much (Waiting for you) I have no problem telling right from wrong (Waiting for you) Fiction from what's true (Waiting for you) No problem telling
As I watch your children grow And the years them carry on And I miss you even more Still I send them go to school And tell them What dem fi know All
demons tryna see me hot like I'm in da sauna And I'm just tryna get ya loose kinda like Madonna (Zane:) Call up everybody I know Tell 'em it's time