Salt-n-pepa lyrics
Salt-n-pepa lyrics
"Boy Toy Lyrics"
Loungin' Lyrics
Yea I'm loungin' I got my man Donald Byrd I wanna give a big shout out to my little man Miko he's 2 years old He's away visiting his grandmom but I miss him dearly Check it out If I rhyme this you will find this situation shall advance You could take a glance or dance Elevator lyrics to arouse the crowd Now tell me who's the man to show you how Many legacies of brothers who get buzy And I do it fluid til the suckers get dizzy
Yea I'm loungin' I got my man Donald Byrd I wanna give a big shout out to my little man Miko he's 2 years old He's away visiting his grandmom but I miss him dearly Check it out If I rhyme this you will find this situation shall advance You could take a glance or dance Elevator lyrics to arouse the crowd Now tell me who's the man to show you how Many legacies of brothers who get buzy And I do it fluid til the suckers get dizzy
Yeah, heh heh
S-N-P, hmm, for you
Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Chorus:
Boy toy, I love you so
Temporary lover, never let you go
I spend my money on you
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Where you been all my life
No diamonds on her fingers
But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life
No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you
Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu
No disrespect, for losin' sweats
You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check
So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight
Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict
Bet you shit is right, got my daisies
Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh
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Big Balls Lyrics
Well I'm upper upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full A
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Now come and bathe me, wanna get highWell I'm upper upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full A
Take this helicopter ride
From the westside down to the eastside
Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why
Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies
Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress
So rests, yes, my boy toy
Chorus
Cheryl "Salt" James:
(Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh)
With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right)
I like 'em focused, 20-20
A man that needs little but gives plenty
I'm never vexed givin' up no sex
Unless I wanna release stress
And get this shit up off my chest
Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times
Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme
Not insecure, for sure, not bored
Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour
Sh
Kill Em Live Lyrics
Verse 1: Chuck D All I wanna do is get paid back for all that time I spent in the back Livin in shacks fillin up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought you're makin six packs There's some got our hope out of control of my soul pass the Ol' Gold Behold the pale horse Supreme Court Sweatin niggas like sports Hunt a nigga for sport See a nigga play sports no support On the outside lookin in If that's what's
ow me a lot of love in the clubVerse 1: Chuck D All I wanna do is get paid back for all that time I spent in the back Livin in shacks fillin up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought you're makin six packs There's some got our hope out of control of my soul pass the Ol' Gold Behold the pale horse Supreme Court Sweatin niggas like sports Hunt a nigga for sport See a nigga play sports no support On the outside lookin in If that's what's
You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face
A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals
I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn
Money earnin', more money, cash, checks
But you ain't never met a girl like this yet
Salt: What's up, man
You got that package I sent you
Man: Yeah I got it
Salt: Did you like it
Man: What
Salt: You know you earned it
Man: Yeah
Salt: Put the thing down right
Chorus
Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:
Me and my girls chillin' at the mall, laughing and all
Brother's kinda tall, you think he play ball
Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine
I think I estimate about 4.5
My pockets goes high, so we can ride
I'll pick you up about nine-ish
If I Had A Talking Picture Of You Lyrics
If I Had A Talking Picture Of You Jack Hylton's Orch./Sam Browne, vocal If I had a talking picture of you, I would run it every time I felt blue. I would sit there in the gloom of my lonely little room And applaud each time you whispered, "I love you; love you." On the screen the moment you came in view We would talk the whole thing over, we two. I would give ten shows a day, and a midnight matinee, If I had a talking picture of y
If I Had A Talking Picture Of You Jack Hylton's Orch./Sam Browne, vocal If I had a talking picture of you, I would run it every time I felt blue. I would sit there in the gloom of my lonely little room And applaud each time you whispered, "I love you; love you." On the screen the moment you came in view We would talk the whole thing over, we two. I would give ten shows a day, and a midnight matinee, If I had a talking picture of y
Take you to the finest, masseuse
And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles
Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile
Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar
I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same
I check for a player with a lot of game
Not a little, not tryin' to get caught in the middle
Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck
Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what
Chorus
I'm not scared to tell you (Whoo)
S-N-P, it's your boy toy
All day, all night
Nine-seven, like heaven, baby
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
I ain't gon' front