I want a girl like her somebody that'll look like her somebody that can cook like her sex is off the hook like her on everything I need a girl like her
Like voila, you do it right, he just might buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.O.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls
in Louis Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls
girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like
face I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits
R's in the cheap office rappers that never got signed but they keep offers girls thats way too fine for us to keep off us gave her a handshake only for
't leaving ground I was on it like a hound, got at her on the double But been all up on her bubble, say man this girl is trouble Baby girl, you know
1) (MC Lyte) I am that fly girl Can't deny girl Nothin? I won?t try once typa girl Well maybe not coke........Cuz? I?m dope already! Lrics sharp like darts and cut like
L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout
SHIT I THINK I'M HOT SON WHITE GIRL STARRING AT ME LOOKING LIKE SHE LOST SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW WHAT HER PROBLEM IS I HOPE SHE FUCKING SAY SOMETHING I ASKED HER
hear by the sound of the castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of
her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually
up Goin hard in body tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl
Yah, if she can't swim, I gotcha girl sinkin' in my Benz Backstroke, backstroke like Michael Phelps with my backstroke Break her off till her back broke, I leave her numb like
in her shape And everything her momma gave her, she know how to shake Thicker than a milkshake, and I'm tryna get a taste Her hair did, manicure, pedicure, attitude like
and bust her out I know this girl named keisha, she's no groupi But far from a star, 22's made her choose me Like oowe, tellin' all her friends in the
her in the park But she was there for me and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
god damn she's sick She got a problem, I can help her with that Tell her man that she's fuckin' with crack Bet he won't do nothin' Frontin' like he gon
