always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass But sometimes you just find yourself over the line Oh, if there's an original thought out there
't allow Let your hips do the talkin' And pretend you don't know how Ruby red, oh, baby blue Heaven knows what I can for you When you're out there doin
I watch it trickle from your lips Pearls of ruby red soaking up your head Until you want to push through Then the world turns red and the wine tastes
him seven statues of girls With clocks where their stomachs should be. The third son gave him seven rubies From the sheikdom Down There Beneath. The King thought the rubies
Summer breeze, easin' back the curtains in my bedroom Ceilin' fan, stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon I'm puttin' on my lipstick, my ruby red lipstick
me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out An' said we ain't gone have no evil in this house So I rolled out scored me an ounce sold out But I fucked up
blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money then fly way But there'
such a pretty thing All dolled up in her hip huggin? jeans Mama?s heels and her ruby red rouge Sneakin? out while her daddy?s passed out Hangin? out
at us, man We just doin' what you doin' you know, doin' us Niggaz wanna hate and all that shit man, everybody get down There's a lot of money out here
could use We could tap our heels girl and chase away my blues If I could talk you out of them ruby red shoes I said, ooh, ooh, where'd you get them ruby red
the rudy, it be the Don Red 1 Rock well stay finger ruby showgun Global Warning eclipsing like the sun Yo there's no sense hiding, there's no place to
man right out of my hair Heard it before, no more Gonna wash that man right out of my hair Turn the corner another one there Gonna wash that man right out
scratched, alright She stands up and gets down And digs her heels out of that pea-pickin' town Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a waste There's more to
you light up everything around you my mother's hair was braided black and running clean right down her back cutting her white dress in half her ring it sparkled ruby red
Dropped a dime in the jukebox And played 3Life By The Drop2 by Stevie Ray She was eighteen years old Young and out of control A Catholic school girl with ruby red
cold chill We call some call em diamonds We call em ice It varies in the sizes the shape The color and the price From canary yellow, ruby red to baby