mind, to have another half of glass of wine sounds asinine, yeah I know. But I never had no problem with alcohol. Ouch look out for the wall aim for
Way back in the early days, nineteen hundred and forty-six She walked in with the look o' love That girl had bedroom eyes Fire engine lipstick lips All
's small beef, goldfish to Jaws' teeth Knick game, next to Spike, got the floor seats (talk to 'em) Expired tin plate but the Porsche speeds Home to wall-to-wall
He's been walkin' through the rain Until the day he rhyme for you And the sun came pourin' down Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace And my bedroom is off the
the other brand But on the other hand, light up the darkness I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga Pass
I was able to play notes That I had never even heard before So I took my guitar And I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed
go up into my bedroom I secure the door and it's the moment of truth I flip on my sound system and let the bass loose The earthquake bass makes the walls
rhyme I hear you jump in every car, except for mines Nigga, I don't jump in cars, I'm a super star Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall
told ya But I'm a beast in the bedroom I guess I gotta show ya That I'm a beast in the bedroom We can do it on the wall, do it on the floor Once I get
came bustin' out the bedroom strapped Third shot blew off my Santa hat, fuck that I ran out the back door and I hopped a wall Steady whistlin' for the
She surprises me, sometimes she hums on my balls And i can see the world right through her bedroom walls She has a jaw like a pelican's beak is deep Humming
no other chose but for milk and bread Stepped out the house for the first time in two years 'Cuz my neighbor hood, it ain't really good Lay up in my bedroom
her she like, ooh When we cut it's like, ooh Then she got me sayin', girl tonite Make her feel like she popped a pill, got her feelin' ecstasy Took her to the bedroom
hovito, cooler than zero Below, fresh one blade, no chemo Art with no easel, please it's no equal Your boy's 'Off the Wall' these other niggaz is Tito
opens up and hand in hand we shine And if I'm down, she will stand there tall, hold on, hold on And if you're down, I will build a wall around you to
Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris the spider
I got my head down between my knees I got my back against this bedroom wall I hear my voice saying, "Baby please" But I know that you don't hear me call