', stir it up. Come on, baby. Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh! It's been a long, long time, yeah! (stir it, stir it, stir it
: (Uhh, hell yea man, hm, oh fuck yeah When I'm not at home, beating my shit to death I'm listening to the Madd Rapper's album This is Ken Kaniff, and
Chasing empty dreams You just don't seem to get it I guess you never heard Would you believe me if I said it To be shaken not stirred
we can stir it up Little darlin' stir it up We can stir it up Little darlin' stir it up Stir it up say ladadadada We can stir it in my life if you like my baby We can stir
Burn, burn the house on fire I'm so sick and tired I can still remember your sound It's cut, cut, cutting me down I'm locked and loaded You're so milk
And you sure can stir your pot So stir it up, little darling, stir it up Come on and stir it up, ooh, little darling, stir it up Come on and stir
change in the scenery We need to start stirring it up 'Cause we've been living in the days too long Start stirring it up As the night comes on We need to start stirring
Stir up the bass with the accelerator Stir up the bass when the way you're comin' later Stir up the bass, the bomfunk creator Stir up the bass when the
wait to) With my hardtail rake on borrow (Stir it up, yeah) I don't wanna take it no more (Stir it up) Stir it up Got to break it up now (Gotta stir
Stir it up (stir it, stir it, stir it together) Little darling (stir it, stir it, stir it together) Oh yeah, just like that, come on and stir it up (stir it, stir
stir it up and serve it Shake it all around Everybody's groovin' To what you're putting down So stir up and serve it You're looking so exiting Stir
Uhh, hell yeah man, hm, oh fuck, yeah When I'm not at home, beating my shit to death I'm listening to the Madd Rapper's album This is Ken Kaniff, and
darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh! It's been a long, long time, yeah! (stir it, stir it, stir
Stir me up, stir me up Make it hot, Make it naughty Stir me up, stir me up I like that, boy you've got me Stir me up, stir me up Make it hot, make
There's nothing left but burning memories And that flame just won't flare up inside of me Although you're gone I see you everywhere So I keep stirring
Louisiana, in the 'Bucket Of Blood' That was where they met, his eyes were like mud 'Cause his whole life he had nothing to see But he held on to her
If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if