, salsa, salsa, my salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off
? Yeah, that's my car, girl And if you won't to you could gon' (Go on) But lemme know if it's getting too late And if not then I could catch me anotha Now ladies put your hands up and bounce with me now Fellas put your hands
Grand It don't even matter Hey, we about to break ya off Hey, boy, you better not cut that radio off Girl, you better not cut that radio off Hey
had been fuckin' (Damn) The court finds you guilty as charged Your sentence is PUI school For pimpin' under the influence, nigga Next case Oh, we got
to sell digital video cameras to the blind? Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New Jersey drive Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl
I'll wreck any girl, check any girl, like expect any girl Rarely reject any girl, sex any girl, I'll just select any girl Black girl, white girl, mixed race girl
a spider Hi there, girl, you mighta heard of me before See whore, you're the kinda girl that I'da Assault and rape and figure why not try to make your
seeing men Samantha?s a 2, You?re practically a 10 I know you want me girl, In fact I see your grin (Now come in girl) (CHORUS) When you walked through
your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your
to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours Oh my god, I'm walking towards her My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward Straighten up your
and dreams, said the contracts would end For years sweating tears and frustration Walking and talking, 360 rotations Oh yeah, Lying Brian, where is your record? The girls
No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting No B-Boys, no B-Girls
is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh) To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa) [Chorus] [Interlude - 4x] Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeah Get your
the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you
I come off, bars that make 'em run off Rippin' up his back but the strap'll tear your front off Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump
pass out Walk over to ya man, pull the cash out Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out Walk back to your car, with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter
close, look at his hands That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout the cuffs did it He ran away, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr Rounded off
kinda good in your birthday suit I wonder if your wild or ya act shy, Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch when you lick your lips, shake your