Everything is magical When you're near, it's magical You're super natural I feel your touch, in my trees Everything is magical When you're near, it'
Woke up in a big white bed in the sun, in the sun Looking down on Jesus posing with a friend or anyone So we went for some breakfast, coffee and tea
} Little Miss Perfect Was she worth it? A dangerous game she had to play, She could've deserted but she flirted, Now little Miss Perfect's gone away. {CHORUS 2} Little
handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing
Digga] Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with
he got caught Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it Kept a nigga straight with money in the books And them bitches is crooks who look out for other
not offend. Did I act like a fool 'Cause I didn't know what to do When you gave me just a little bit more Than I bargained for, A little too much
be wearin' Ten boots, a-rollin' and a-rompin' Ten boots, a-stompin' and a-kickin' up A cloud of dust, a might hi-ho Silver Ten boots, a-ten boots ain
and put it in a pamper Let it drag and any time you call I won't answer Won't get a cab and ride for free You a little kitten that shouldn't of climbed
I can't see You've got to humanise yourself Billy's joined the National Front He always was a little runt He's got his hand in the air with the other
think Will ain't hard enough Maybe I should just have a shoot out Run up in the bank, bustin', grabbin' all the loot out Whoop somebody ass, taking my boot
They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps They're sittin' down on the logs One of them is kind of a big fellow And the other one is a little bit
little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder Boot camp we
'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard Workin' at a desk with a dumb little
to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina Ross on
dead awake? How many wait? It's too late, it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a
I gotta get him That's how it is in the motherfuckin streets Motherfuckin check your nuts and try to play a nigga weak But I got a little news for your ass Here's a little
cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other And
