were gay, though I swear I'm straight, I'd make them fellas say Oooh Bo Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo You think that you can handle
I think it'll float I think it'll sail We may take on waves Hit a gale But considering this love Most everything Says I think it'll fly And I think it
by next to me Oh, she's smelling so sweet, so fine, make me lose my mind Oh, making this man crazy now, crazy, crazy Oh, what a girl Oh, what a girl
What good am I, if I'm like all the rest? If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry What good
K: "What? Do you want me? What are you waiting? Love was ill and no...no...no!!" "Say...what your name is and say...what's the magic? Kill your sad expressions
, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I wanna, I wanna rock
clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh
rompemos la discoteca Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh rompe la discoteca mai Oh Oh Oh aqui nadie dira nada Oh Oh Oh rompe la discoteca mai Oh Oh Oh aqui nadie dira
that Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink roc a wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson And air
to be an animal (whoa, oh) But I'm all right now All right now, baby Twenty years ago we were children of war But we danced to the Bo Diddley beat There
is the biggest load of rubbish I ever heard in my life" Hey, Bo Diddley Oh, Bo Diddley Yeah, Bo Diddley Oh, Bo Diddley Yeah, Bo Diddley Oh, Bo Diddley
no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo
Them boys dealing blow, they John Doe Night work for the load, that's John Doe I'm still balling like I'm Bo Diddley Ugh I'm still balling like I'm Bo
Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time to hit the st reet Oh, no, don?t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain?t coming Tell the bo
minute How long will it take before you screamin' my name Oh baby, you should rip off my clothes and get naked I'll be like Oh yea You'll be like Oh
you get sore Smack that, oh ooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh ooh Oh, looks
Grind hard, thats how i was built bitch Whoa there. Whoa there Im who everybody know here I come through in the club and get more money than promoters Oh
