Knocked up 9 months ago. And what she finna have she don't know. She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old. She don't want no rock-n-roll. She want platinum or ice or gold.
Annie's twelve years old in two more she'll be a whore. Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way. Don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid. For your family'll get paid.
We took this trip to Garden Grove. It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme.
Janie always said I was a mess. I'm sorry 'bout that mess. I made her bleed. I'm planting my seed. Still I knew she could take it if I opened up the rhythm.
I don't want to go and party,. I don't want to shoot the pier,. I don't want to take the doggie for a walk,. I don't want to look at naked chicks and drink beer,.
Annie's twelve years old in two more she'll be a whore. Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way. Don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid. For your family'll get paid.
Being your guide is the most I'd have. You can hide your love it's true. . It's the freedom game. You can see it every day. But your freedom ain't free.
Being your guide is the most I'd have. You can hide your love it's true. . It's the freedom game. You can see it every day. But your freedom ain't free.
Janie always said I was a mess. I'm sorry 'bout that mess. I made her bleed. I'm planting my seed. Still I knew she could take it if I opened up the rhythm.
Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky. They give it up and they give it up and they give it up. But they never ask why. Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone.
I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band. And travel to all the best spots in the land. And I'm not here to brag or boast. I'm just here to tell you 'bout the spots that I love the most.
We took this trip to Garden Grove. It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme.
Mucho gusto me llamo bradley I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy. And if you wanna get popped in your knee. Just wipe that look off your bati face. You hate me 'cause I got what you need.
Mucho gusto me llamo bradley I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy. And if you wanna get popped in your knee. Just wipe that look off your bati face. You hate me 'cause I got what you need.
I don't want to go and party,. I don't want to shoot the pier,. I don't want to take the doggie for a walk,. I don't want to look at naked chicks and drink beer,.
Mucho gusto me llamo bradley I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy. And if you wanna get popped in your knee. Just wipe that look off your bati face. You hate me 'cause I got what you need.