like Hey... hey... Oh yeah... You got me shaking my head You got me rocked out I don't see Cops out No stopping me, uh And I'm shaking my head While
like Hey? hey? Oh yeah? Got me shaking my head You got me rocked out I don?t see no Cops out No stopping me, uh And I?m shaking my head While catching
jeans and bodies like Hey Hey Oh Yeah Got me shakin my head I need to rock out I dont see cops out No stoppin me Uh And im shakin my head While
look into my eyes. E: Have you seen ... Have you seen .. Oh! This is my waste paper basket. B: Of course it's your waste basket!! You put it on my head
feel like a punch line Nobody gets I bet that you're laughing And shaking your head I sold my soul And nothing happened Yeah, nothing happened When I sold my
Picture this Bumping lips Everyone talks Do a dialogue box They shake and bake Make a cranky face They got rocks in the head Got rocks in the bed Pull
Anybody out there relate to my pain? Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain Dude was fuckin you but starin' at my
brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?" "Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand. Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my
he was taking Or how the walls, they were shaking Now I'm lying in bed, wallowing in sorrow Missing the tomorrow that we could have had Running through my head
tell 'em, it's time to blow da spot up With metaphors, lyrically I slap MC's up with my ten inch Pull rhymes right out my chest like Popeye does spinach Because my
my pain Turn my music up and let me know that Im sane We broke up, *****es was starin at my chain Dude was ****in you but starin at my name But we aint
stand strong, Shake shift the hieghts, In the ultimate brainstorm. Primal urging, Blood pressure resurging, Alarming head blow, Wrapped in a turban. Shovanistic massive ??? magnets, Picking up my
(David Byrne) Picture this Bumping lips Everyone talks Do a dialogue box They shake and bake Make a cranky face They got rocks in the head Got rocks
accurate sharpshooter with no scope Shoot with my left and watch you all die from secondhand smoke I'm reppin' my fam SO, You better act cool My solo
thugg, Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mudd with a point of the head of a heavy weight, from the cold detail of the hot reality of the butcher trap
Any bystander, blocks have gamblers Have second thoughts, bring your brandishing the hammer [Chorus:] It's not a movie when your head's up, shake down
how you know shes never been with Raided She's aimless, where is you headed? Bitch is you knowin? Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin
Detail Shaking My Head detail-shaking-my-head/ I said that girl I talked to earlier I ain't got no worry her But I ain't found another one better I'm shaking my head
