She'll love you, sure You made her cry Jonee, you're bad You're gonna make her sad Jonee went to the pawnshop Bought himself a guitar Now he's gonna
it Got an uncontrollable urge It makes me scream and shout it, that's right! I've an uncontrollable urge I've an uncontrollable urge It's got style, it's
doggie submission Wash your hands three times a day Always do what your mom and dad say Brush your teeth in the following way Wash your hands three times a
Spindel: "Hullo!" Student: [Whispering] "Hey Mr. Spindel. How's algebra class going?" [Chuckling] Mr Spindel: "Whut!?" Student: [Whispering] "You're in for a
movies in my jacuzzi, p-ssy juicy I never give a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (
's got to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (She's got to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh What up P-p-p-poker face P-p
No, he can't read my poker face She's got to love nobody P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face I wanna roll with him A
like that You can suck a dick, you can suck on a ballsack No, no I don't endorse that, p-p-pause that, a-a-abort that Just the other day me go a London
sayin' that he don't love you But I don't think he love you like I do But it's okay, it's alright My Blackberry's filled with a whole bunch of women
he say im bad he probably right he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on
bigger than Pinocchio's John Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the
feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go) Before I leave, brush my teeth with a
lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke an' I ain't got, sorry
You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot
angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you) he's the one you love (cause i hear them callin me) and he's the one you trust