Songtexte:
Madonna What Can You Loose

get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you You you you, and your whole screw What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha

tooth loose (Poo pow) To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with

these boards It's the part time job that governs what you can afford It's the fear, It's the fake, it's clear it can make time stop And leave you stranded

back up, foe they get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you You you you, and your whole screw What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh What

gold tooth loose To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the

from Havana in the Bahamas Most demons tryin' to see me hot, like im in the sauna And I'm just tryin' to get you loose, kinda like Madonna (zane) Call

's with that you can send your local high school or college your year is expired you should pay knowledge a hood nigga way out in the bahamas on tour so you

cross sides Veres three: foxy brown You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what

ain't you sick of the grind The brick of mortar, without surely being assured Of where you going when you die, we can provide you with truth Young dudes