pray you don't end up in the lake Do whatever it takes So many mistakes we make But we gone all get it right Once we down by the river side Chorus: (
crime She plays with my heart and messes with my mind Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle Rock my world little Country girl She wears snake skin boots made by
be a crime She plays with my heart and messes with my mind Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle Rock my world little country girl She wears snakeskin boots made by
I ride off in the sunset There's one thing I never got clear How can you claim you're our savior When those who oppose you are stepped on, Or cut up,
hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying 2: Magdalena Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by
Step out on my corner with my box of rocks Drama covers my hood from blocks and blocks See my homie that I hang with Hit him up with the deuce thumb thang
Yeah, is dis Mike on? Rite Little shhh for the MC please Thank you Ya way ain't step away now back away 'Cos the only ting I be is heavy weight Let me
on the M-I-C! [Madonna] Get into the groove Let me show you some moves Best to take it from me, yeah Get up on your feet Let me step to the beat Show
can dance For inspiration Come on I'm waiting Chorus: Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step
she, herself, prepares for him And madonna, she still hasn't showed We see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps
she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still hasn't showed We see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps
off Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust off I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having anal sex Step around like a Tampax, and step up next
cooler than me. you got your hot crowd, switching your walk, and you don't even look when you pass by. but you don't know, the way that you look. when your steps
, thick hips, best believe me And Madonna 'bout to hit 'em like a tag team You gonna love us in our Gap jeans We walk by People ask "where you get them
she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps