Texty:
Wet Boys Other

nuthin Then I heard somethin On the radio, I go to V.L. cuz they be stuntin Block hardy Hot Boys No you're not boys Wet Boys on their way with their

2: x1] The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

[Chorus x2] You climb on a deal wet boys for real Each and every city club they should feel All playa hatas gotta bow and kneel If you try to trip you

their tight leather outfits and lookin sexin They got extensions in their hair wit the gold mouth And everytime that bitch speak you can hear the south No disrespect to all others

you An army of managers and lots of pretty boys lining up To read for you Oh, I'm pretty sure that it was you That I bumped into just the other day

that sugar on my tongue She's gonna gimme, gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet, sweet, lover, lover) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other

day, he likes to make sure that I'm fine You know I've never met a man who's made me feel quite so secure He's not like all them other boys, they're

that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your the new boyz and shit, The only thing your doing is acting like them other fake boys

forget 'Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet We danced, to a funky tune And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room I said, "What's up