' U a coat of pink cashmere U got 2 know how I feel about U baby, how I always want U near I'm makin' U a coat of pink cashmere (Pink cashmere) I'm
[Originally by Pink Floyd] Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline
just make him a heaven or hell What don't they? I don't know What do they want with these angels? Why don't they take them to Reno? Nobody ever comes
I need. That's da same bada BOoGIE 'bout da cosa I did Well I don't give a shit if we split today 'cause What we shoulda woulda coulda do, nobody knows
So wrong [50 Cent:] By the way you know my DJ, Whoo Kid? I get a phone call from these guys from 310 You know out there in L.A.? You know I found out
Take your mind back- I don't know when- Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them. Girls that wore pink, boys that wore blue, Boys that always
Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you. Well, you may go to college, You may go to school. You may have a pink cadillac, But don't you be nobody
butter guts and a Lamorghini, woah You must have white brea, let's make a sandwich Now, I ain't never seen money you got Nobody got that kind of money
conscious Question: what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster Conga, stomp, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know
s crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood planned parenthood cause I never met nobody plan to
) Yeah she knows what I'm thinking My friends know that she's taken When she's dancing, She shakes it like Metro Station (Shake, shake it) I know she
sun Row after row,everybody knows What they do when the weekend comes He drinks tequila,and she talks dirty in spanish Him in his sombrero,her in her purty pink
got married, it was like last call at a singles bar. Olivia Newton John got married in Santa Barbara, everything was dyed to match the very special pink
way you do what you do come here baby come let me be a T.L.C i Got something to prove girl i know i aint text know i aint call know i aint leave a message
[Chorus: Kool Ace] Wanna see the pink now Go and pull them panties down Gotta see the pink now Go and pull them panties down [Too $hort] You made a lot
up Damn rich, peanut butter guts in a Lamorghini, woah you must have white bread, lets make a sandwich I aint never seen money you got nobody got that