SSo long Dad The wedding party's ended. Gee you and Mom looked splendid Dressed in style. So long Dad. I'm leaving for a little while. They say a son
Last night, all alone in a party I saw a man with a drink in his hand He had soft brown eyes and coal black hair And a smile that any girl could understand
daddy. I'm someone else's mommy. You can buy me all my drinks, but you don't get no punani." It's so scary, they're all married. This party just got
Little white girl in a shiny black car Hanging out with her friends and doing black tar Daddy pays for the wedding with a fist full of dollars Cost as
you after so long, girl And with the way you look I understand That you are not impressed But I heard you let that little friend of mine Take off your party
too much fun to unwind So pick up a party bag To take home the fun we had In this vanilla sky In this vanilla sky So pick up a party bag To take home
white like lies, like lipstick on last-look good-byes. The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party
party here in Agrabah And the party's all for me Just look, you guys, at where we are, And how our dreams have come to be! [JASMINE:] There's a party
Create a small disturbance, I'll sneak up from behind [IAGO:] There's a party here in Agrabah And the loot is pourin' in! I like this wedding stuff
about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding
paddle back home I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding
the mouths of babes And we pray as were watching the charade Welcome to your wedding day And it's a damn good day For the heart and the mind And the party
a fuck about no hip-hop At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks This 'Ja Rule' beef, I'm not getting in I need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding
Went down to the wedding hall My best friend was gettin' hitched All the girls were dressed to the nines Man I was gettin' the itch The Joint was jumpin
a flash light if he thinks he can enter the darkness at half price to find his daughter's black wedding dress from her past life traditions died at our haunted house party
way, oh, what a Big dilemma. But then Rick died, and everything Was fine Except ahleys kinda freaking out Cause Craig lost his mind. And proposed at a party
you Sorry I wanted only to kiss you Sorry I promised to love you forever Made you feel guilty, oh when you left me Sorry I showed up at your party Sorry
ain't no sucka for love shit This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit And don't call the next day, this a thug's wedding