sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing a song
rappin back in the class scribbling tracks In hopes that one of my jokes would have the pretty young things laughin The chubby little bastard with a nack for little
ones At the temple you can find me, son What I bring and sing reflects what I brung I be rolling, aling off the tongue You can check them other ones
and hide me, hide me Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, gold one Club cat, you want them old ones, old ones Black, black, look at that lady go, lady go Look
business We gotta understand that the young niggas, is runnin' big business This is how we gon do it, check it out Before I sing another song, ha Nigga
my heart will stay true And I'm gonna do whatever the heart will say do with it When things go wrong, Jesus loves me I'm singing this song because Jesus
like them thugs (yeah) The ones that spend g's in the club (yeah) You wear GG Harmer (yeah) You take trips in the summer (yeah) You gots them little
little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One more song Now
class She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated She won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls She plays her vinyl records singing songs
Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass Choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are
in the air Spring is in the air Oh, singing' the same song, singing' the same song Singing' the same song, singing' the same song Oh, beautiful child
head off every time we touch Sittin' on the porch listenin' to the radio We sing every single song we know Even the ones we don't When she moves a little
to hang wit Bone so you hear the same songs (the same songs... the same song...) (chorus) here we blow, here we blow, see this is dedicated to the ones
things that I understand When I was a little baby My mama said "Hey son Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy" Sing
midnight moonlight while th G sings love me tender. and all along the watchtowers aand under the big western sky they're singing yoo hooooo they're singing
this? whats this?whats this? there's something very wrong, whats this? there's people singing songs. whats this? the streets are lined with little
band in a garage in the middle of Missouri They don't really know how to play but they got some songs and They got a lot to say They sing about how racism
that begin with "L".] (Music starts.) [You know, you can sing a few "La La La's" and some pretty words, and you'd have a nice little song.] Bert: ["La