right he might just buy you a car unless you play these suckers just like b.o.b play the guitar. now here you are with your girls having drinks at the
New Jersey They call it the New Jersey land I'm only here for one night girl I'm on the plane tomorrow But I love the way you move girl And do that belly
, let's shine, ice all down your spine You be temptin' me, got me questioning Can I have your cellphone for text messagin'? B L U E, Simon, Lee, Duncan and Antony Gotta admit girl
tattoo He met a girl out there With a tattoo too The future was wide open They moved into a place They both could afford He found a night club He could
club go crazy Hey, you's a rock star baby Thowin? *** like that you must be a rock star baby I?ma strum ya body, ya body like a guitar string Stuntin
deck of cards The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade Then I played cards with the queen of clubs
mile around I'm a vocal chameleon after a couple of brews I sound like Vince, Garth, Terri Clarke, and Reba too When I sing I swear the girls come unwound
for me to leave Ooh, ooh Mississippi I miss you I hope you miss me, my Mississippi, yeah You know I have four first loves That car, this guitar and the girl
to make microphone The same microphone I use in New Jerusalem To tell E.T. MC's they gotta phone home Girl I see you in the club but your eyes full of
girls brushing past me Guys geting vexed that they still wana barley Soo much ...bottles of bacardii Im geting leaded..im leaving with somebody Its like a weekend ritual Trapsum in the club
is through They break up and work pushin' mops and brooms Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room Blake gives guitar
'm still rock and roll. Lord knows I'm rock and roll. ROCK....... Drums. Bass pain ppppills Girls. Drink. Every weekend. Raves. Dances. Clubs ships
Sick and tired of bass guitars Sick and tired of techno clubs Sick and tired of two bit drums Sick and tired of all these raves Sick and tired of gameboy games Sick and tired of punching girls
on, let me tune my guitar Before I drop these funky fresh melodies on you You ready? 2, 3, 4 Can a thug let you know what's going on In my mind? Girl
Well he's a big star now But I've been a fan of his for years The way he sings and plays guitar Still brings me to tears I wouldn't want to be a big
the neighborhood. Here come them fuckin' wiggers with those fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' wiggers those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did