right anyway? I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know Say, I like when it blows real hard and it doesn't even show Say, I like
right anyway I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know Say, I like when it blows real hard and it doesn't even show Say, I like
Traduction: Men Without Hats. Just Like Me.
Traduction: Men Without Hats. Comme.
the ass quick Quicker than you can say, "Candy," the bitch is on my Snicker... and oh man she can take on three men - built like He-Men Her little-bitty
like a salad, keep a nigga from malace I'm movin things to the south A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone Ain't nothin like
brave, remember that I been bustin' guns since the infamous days of leather hats Varsity sweaters with big letters black Pushin' the illest whips down fifty-fifth Where killers riff, without
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls 'Pop Goes The World' by 'Men Without Hats' Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass Name of the band is 'The Human
t get with this Hardcore scientifical, far from typical My rap style, is dy-no-mite It make you wanna be like the e double, and not like mike Yo, bust
I wait for my soul to catch fire. I swung at bad pitches and robbed men of extra bases. I am the result of supernatural selection. if you like what
like you, walk like, talk like, even think like you. The only one I could look to, you're teachin' me to be just like you. Well I just gotta be like, like
like a salad, keep a nigga from malice I'm movin' things to the South A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone Ain't nothin' like
the Wake Up Show, beatin these rappers like a Tiajuana pinata My ish, flip and kick like Jim Carter From Bambatta to Crooked Eye, hip hop never die like
the back, Sewing sweatbands in all of his hats She listened to the radio, some times I'd sing her a tune Chorus He made hats for a lot of great men
patience, we can't though, we need paper Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump Shit that out, then tour for like
the wake up show, beatin these rappers like a tiajuana pinata My ish, flip and kick like jim carter From bambatta to crooked eye, hip hop never die like
as nails... And they'd only want me more... If I was a folly girl. Nah, I wouldn't like it much. Married men and stupid boys And too much smoke end all
