.. HEY THAT'S ME! Really? Yeah! Whoa. Hardcore! You were talking about chickens. Really? Yeah. Whoa. Hardcore.. Bro [ x7 or more times] WOO!!! (Thanks to Chicken Sex
На кладбИще ветер свищет - Сорок градусов мороз Трупоеды в чаще рыщут - Крепко спит родной погост Лес чернеет на пригорке И во тьме блестят глаза
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent
remember clearly makein' moves up the steps we made eye contact It was his gleam that brought me back, ligit How we met on some real ghetto star shit Mad chicks
just checkin' for me see I got more stock than you ever see, i be... The one that your main squeeze been diggin Pull you out your closet, sex on weekends
sector Homosexual dissector Come again, rewind selector I said nice rectum I had a vasectomy, Hector So you can't get pregnant if I buy sex and erect ya' Hannibal Lecter into guy sex
sex Unless of course you were given the consent to join in Then of course it's intercourse and it's bisexual sex Which isn't as bad as long as you show
acquisations, people spread rumors But they ain't got proof, till they do it's just the two of us It's just you and me, 'cause any chick can say that
it's ya birthday We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday So put ya drink up in the air if you feel sexy! [Verse 1: Beyonce] I'm the chick with
the mean outfit And got shoes they ain't even come out wit' Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed You're the type of chick I can see me goin
why they ain't fuckin with you [Fabolous] Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling
when she hear my voice Walked in, saw the crib, it was mine about an hour later All good, I'm still hood, eatin Church's Chicken on a marble table So
Chorus] I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread I said I love having sex but
I want somebody to call me The way I call you, I mean I can ... [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Errr, message erased, you ain't even my chick (chick) And
hot for you to leave her Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? [Verse 2] Back
that cuts down to the bone It can't be fixed Scars don't heal None of these chiks out here is real Some of these chicks got sex appeal But their
your side It's a lovely ride you wanna step inside We all fit to glide [Verse 1] When the time tic Pipe rhyme sick Call em' Jorginho Pull a dime chick
