genie in the bottle or in that magazine) Come with me (Hey supermodel) And she was just everywhere I mean little girls wanted to be like her Little boys
here it come again Bring the rain, blow the wind, and roll the thunder in We gon' live, we gon' die and everythang between Y'all the fire, country girl
me like a hurricane Numb me up like Novocaine All the girls want boys, boys And all the boys want someone to let them go All the girls want boys, boys
Queens in the pocket girl in a locket Boys wanna knock it, other wanna rob it I see when ya coming, girl, ya look stunning Running for the friends of
I'm lookin' at you girl So what you gon' do? Who? Me? I'm Polow Da Don And these my boys they Field Mob let's go I used to have a girl 'til I met you
leaving for Drink yer glasses girls and boys It's time to hit the sky To the tune of thunder There's a tear in every eye I'd like to take things one
Young girls and porches are filling out Tempers and torches are burning Brown is the colour of town living in thunder Hair on my top lip now I'm
your superlover I've got special powers You'll be weak and helpless My love will devour Like Samson and Delilah, like Adam and Eve, women like me bring
boys do the boogie-woogie On the corner of the street And the people, passin' by Stare in wild wonder And the inside juke-box Roars out just like thunder
, Wish every night was a one-night stand. Into your town like thunder, invasion of noise, Come on down, stick around, But honey don't bring no boys
let the young girls dance With the young boys dancing too And the walls, paint 'em blue 'Cause I'm in love I'm in love with the boys and girls (I'm in
alone with you somewhere along the road I've tried so very hard watching you, watching you fade Hell yeah my dead boys are in the mood for a fight Like
your mother's life And your father's eyes can't hide You had no choice Didn't ask the dice to fall for you Still your courage comes Like thunder through
Now they got girls in Georgia They got girls in Maine They got girls in the wild wild west That drive most men insane And when you hear you take the
This is the life that I have and it's given to you yeh' and it's true la-d-da twinkely d do you believe in a girl like me Shanice is the one for you
Wounded and weary, he camt riding through our camp, He said, "This war's almost over boys, go on back to Birmingham", But I still could hear the thunder
Gather ?round, gather ?round, hurry Uh, welcome! uh, little boys and girls Listen, I?m 'bout to lace, y?all motherfuckers About Oakland, the city of dope
the gate Into the alley meet up with the boys Waiting for the weekend to make a little noise Thunder is strong, lightning is death Kicking the girls