Yo, fat lip man
Yo, man they tryin? to run a
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and
Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda
Do you love me tre, do
The way that momma raised us was pure faithSo diablo
Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk
Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed
Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that
Trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet
The sky is
Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
Hell
Can't keep runnin' away
I must admit on some occasions I
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somet
(bootie brown)
I was standing, one of the cast of many
I
Beam me, beam me, beam me, beam me up Scottie
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