to change Just don?t leave me [2] Strings, strings or no strings Baby I?ll do anything To get your love back There could be strings Or no strings attached
and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and
spend my whole life good will hunting Only good gon' come is it's good when I'm coming She got an ass that'll swallow up her G-string And up top, uh,
(Chorus: Russell Lee) she's in love with a hustla she dont be messin with them suckas lookin so good, little tight jeans on and G-strings on and i know
yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double g's After sipping pin
Ga la ga la ga la Land ga Lang ga Lang Shotgun get you down Get down get down get down Ge-d Ge-d Ge-d Down G-down G-down Too late you down D-down D-down
ga la lang ga lang ga lang Shotgun get down Get down get down get down Ge-d ge-d ge-d down g-down g-down Too late you down d-down d-down d-down Oa ia
Friday night, Friday night. Find me on a Friday night, Friday night. Find me on a Friday night, Friday night. I'm in LA, everyday, puttin' time in. You watch me like a g
do! [Chorus] [Verse 3] [FKI] Poppin' that pussy's a dance for the ladies Straight from the South, into the 90's Freaky bitches are the ones I like In G-strings
was drunk as fuck A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance She took off her g-string and shook her ass Baby,
fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a
the crowd and it's got me shook. I've got to mean a little more to you Than a space in your list of things to do. Another g-shock gun in your Benz. Another
we ask 'um But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh) We leave it up to me then we do
it hot Alright Movin' down the motorway Got a whole lotta booze Got myself a sweet little number Got nothin' to lose I'm gonna bend you like a G-string
to the dough all pre-numbtual ACEEE Tough baby know that it's a G-thang Beat game while I'm taking of you're g-string (g-string) Take a look into the
ici y'a qu'des wot up J'te verrai bien dans le clip A LALALA de Still Dre A l'arriere, fais pas style avec ton string ficelle, PUPUPU PUCELLE ! C'
, Mike, Bruce; Drums: Dennis; Piano: Brian; Organ: Brian; Guitar: Ed Carter, Billy Hinsche; Moog: Brian; String Ensemble: Brian; Percussion: Ricky Fataar, Carl. G
than all these asses, With no practice, Forreal just as is. I didn't have to go to school, I was better at this, Watch a nigga pull more strings than
