Blowfly: "Turn over! I'ma stick it in y'ass! 'No, it's gon' hurt!' You'll get used to it." Verse 1: Brother Marquis Lady Godiva was a freak By doing
You'll be my first man And honey, I've made up my mind The first man who has me I'm his forever, forever You kidding? For how long?
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice I remember back when, how the Kid got scarred Beggin' for pussy; bitches actin' hard I gots no play for the lack of papers For
At any time, you are conscious of a tingling sensation Don't be embarrassed about opening your mouth And letting rip with all you've got
Good, damn Shit Look at the ass on that bitch Look at the titties Aw, hit me Hold your legs up on, easy Hold your legs up on, easy Hold your legs up
Are you looking for some good stuff? Get a ugly chick, ugly chicks can screw They have to screw 'Cause they ain't got nothin' else goin' for they ass
Verse 1: Brother Marquis The Surgeon General says wear a condom But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin', Gynecology, and urology Take
Ahaha Damn. She Send Me Some Shit Like This Yo KC, Come Check This Out Homie Shiiit, Ahaha You Aint Never Get A Pic Like This I Bet Huh Aye (Chorus)
Contact Contact You've been avoiding me Like a cat tryin' to dodge a dog I never see ya shine You're as cold as the London fog You claim you want my
Uh huh, yeah This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers Of course, athletes in the struggle [Incomprehensible] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Some get a little and
, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportees
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each
Roselita, Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you is just deportee. My father'
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish Around and about And I'm scared to go no where And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish Around and about Down dime air to
Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy's dumb But
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
A white sports coat and a pink carnation I'm all dressed up for the dance A white sports coat and a pink carnation I'm all alone in romance Once you
{This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides Now sports}