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2 Skinnee J's
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Brew Ha Ha!
作詞:Edward M Cisneros, Lance M Fanguy, Noah David Julian Green, Joel E Johnson, Stephen Sumners Light
TGIF 'cause the stress ends soon Got your friends on your couch, your disc rocking tunes As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn With Zeus juice, Froot Loops, and old Yoo Hoos
Rounds of high fives and cries of 'Yeah dude' Smokin' cigarettes and sippin' witches brew It's kid tested, mom approved To make your Jimmy swagger like the duke
Dressed in your best threads for club lagoon They got teeny bikinis with the real pontoons You're out the door and down the avenue The shit's getting ill like repute
Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon Greet throngs of paragons with your old platoon They bet you to step to the one that's cute As she stands with her man, hope he's chicken like Perdue
If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo But he's grown nuts like cashew, he must be introduced To your best friend, your best man and new right shoe
Brutes execute like John Wilkes Boothe Controlled my choke holds, four blows cause broken tooth Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon Split the scene before you get the boot 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
You're the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin' ya The last gas is graspin' ya, heard the last laugh gets laughed at ya Is it comin' true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of ya No they're wrong, like the way George Bush spoke Sadaam at ya
Assess the damages and cast all those tags the bullies ran at ya You're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta was You steal of the wheel, the deal with the deck they handed ya With your outcast you're out last as old fears have handed ya
And so we have ya, on your way of having your first crack at Pamela She'll become the better half of ya Just hope the rest does not pass without somebody slappin' ya
Now your cruise acting rude, stupid talk being spewed Going off half kinds with twice the attitude It pulls lactic sick wanna kick like kung-fu Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John Woo
Limbo, how low will you stoop The sickness of fitfulness spreads like the flu Run with the wolf pack, attack the chicken coop Flexing on the next kid, who you run into?
Laughing while you turn his ass black and blue Pounce and bounce him into ICU, Hop a train or a taxi, head home like pigeons do Smile as you greet the morning dew
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