really caught this time I'm really caught this time, five kids down it's pay back five kids down it's pay back five kids down it's pay back five kids
tune of "Staying Alive") Homer: Ah ah ah ah Table Five, Table Five, Ah ah ah ah Table Fiiii-i-i-iii-i-i-iii-i-i-ive, Table Five, Table Five
There's a force inside my head, For now let's call him Fred, yeah. Don't want to talk about him, I can't seem to think without him. (Now) Little Fred
Don't say that it's the end, I need a chance to do it all again and... I want a brand new life, One more chance to get it right and... I think of special
You can't hear me. You can't hear me. You can't hear me. You can't ('cause) you're a fucking idiot. I try to talk but you don't listen, Even if it makes
I'm doin that, I'm bout to fuck the game up A year ago, I was fucking my bangs up Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up The tables done turned
Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table
2: Brother Marquis] Chillin' late night, I was drunk as fuck A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance She took
butterfly! [Verse 1:] One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody
want to roll with me Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP J: Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub Nothing but coke bottles poppini in the club BM: Five-star restaurant, table
war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five
always talk with some dump in they mouth Like Bone Thugs won't really turn it out Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches They gotta realize that it's five
brought to the table And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone Five
the table and a nigga wanna test Catch slugs put 'em in the mud Harmony smooth with the thug shit Mo' murda to the fools that clone Five niggas on top
and Livingston When they blew up the building, that was when I was dealing Lord willing - Let's go to the village They say that Ruthless on five - Burn
Going ninety five in our brand new whips Sayin (Ladies is pimps too) [x3] Oh Strut through the club yeah they know we so pay Standin' on the table sippin
in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cry'n' at a table
Paintin' them is such a mess And a big back yard where kids can play I'd probably never get a moments rest And setting the table for five at five Only
