, whoa yeah When the sun goes down, that's when the street heats up Senorita, margarita, fills your empty cup tonight She makes you feel so right A good time here
tight (uh huh...thas right) So quit runnin around here b*tchin And tightin up ya game [Baby] Yeah Okay (okay) Kells Stunna Ghetto thriller I smell ya boy (sniffing sound) Come
't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes kriss krossed like she on J. Dupris' team Button your sittin' up like beach
t wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team Button your sittin up like beach
time with a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal And she's so good, but, she
stacks stay on the flight Elbow out the left window, okays on the right Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right Hilton style, billionaire boys
sinking We dig on, we dig on Then out of the blue There?s an orange canary On our driftwood flagpole Shovels down Boys! ? step away The little girl comes running She
else then shit yo game ain't tight So quit runnin' around here bitchin' and tightin' up ya game Yeah, okay, okay, Kells Stunna, Ghetto thriller I smell ya boy, come
you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would grow to be
boys gon do to me? I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!) Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow
what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would grow
She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene Then every
the shade When the sun goes down that's when the street heats up Senorita Margarita fills your empty cup tonight - She make you feel so right A good time here
feeling fairy tales have a ceiling land locked and alone, she picks up the phone that keeps ringing The Beach Boys keep singing "God Only Knows", here comes the snow she
short, but you cant FUCK with his last joint or the before and he was gonna raise hell like them country boys if you confront him then you better come
up (fuck) On the block hollering at bitches like 'fuck you, you stuck up' But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A man when she
time With a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen From my surfer dream She likes the beach boys More than radio metal And she's so good But, she
