Jan 22, 2004 04:57
Stella and a half I gots my P.A. system to work and now I can sing my little heart out awwwww fucka! I found my Beatles tape from the only years I like all there shit from like 1967 to 1970 I think. I got my paycheck today, it was bullshit. Fuckin' $200 when I still owe $150 on my car and I don't wanna whore again but I need money somehow for my plans to corrupt everyone.
Got some school done got some reading done didn't get any practicing done. That bitch chris become practice today. Now to get higher to ease the stress of my mind of over-whelming thoughts to take everything one at a time. Yea I'm a fucking hpyocrite for smokin but to me it's different and I know the reason why I took my break. I should never of said shit like I quit cause quitters never win! YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYO
Red Rat - Tight Up Skirt
Intro:
Look at di gal dem deh
Ah nuh need no intro
Cause a so she a gwan good
Chorus:
Yo
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Ya mek mi head swell til mi blood vessel burst
Hey you girl inna di tight up shorts
Ya speed up ten more beats to mi heart
Hey you girl inna di tight up blouse
Everytime ya pass mi, ya get mi aroused
Hey you girl inna di jeans
Look pun dat gal deh
See what mi mean
When mi go cactus
Mi caan enjoy miself, mi unconscious
Mi eye dem a pop out
Cause mi nah stop lust
Gal ya come first
Man nah stop lust
Aye, aye
So why dat haffi print out
Mi haffi hide inna mi car whey tint out
Jesum
All di while deh
Yuh mek di whole a Main Street Crew go crazy
Gad damn
You hot like di sun and caan done
Every man see ya well waan fi have fun
Well
To how ya look sweet
It hard fi mi do it
But ya haffi give mi girlfriend bun
Aye, ohhh nooo, ohhh nooo, aye aye
Unnah a mad wi
In di latest Moschino dress
Tight up on ya chest
And ya body a grab mi
In ya mini skirt and Versace skirt
Man brains a hurt
And girlfriend trust mi
Anytime ya pass in ya C.K. glass
You a mash up mi rod
Every Teusday night
Nuff man all a fight
Gal sleep at night
An mi feel ya a do it fi spite
Everywhere ya go man surround you (surround ya)
Inna bare lyrics dem drown ya (drown ya)
Like di queen of England dem crown ya
And when ya walk pun di road dey play car man sound ya
Jesum, gal ya hotty
Ohhh nooo, gal ya sweet
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