wasn't gonna make a remix to this I want y'all to bounce wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Bounce Brat, Missy, JD Come on [Missy Elliott]: Yo, come here
make a remix to this I want y'all to bounce wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Bounce Brat, missy, jd Come on [missy elliott]: Yo, come here baby, let me
doin' a remix Shh, now club to club I want y'all to bounce with me, with me, with me, with me Bounce, Brat, Missy, J.D., come on [Missy] Yo, come here
jail steady stack my mail watch me come come through chevy, lookin heavy, comin down and I gots to come down nigga just roll, lets just smoke watch me come
the straight aways She grew up hating Chevrolets She's a Rocket, she was made to burn Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this? You boys come here to
I left my keys on the dresser when she left me I knew I wouldn't need them tonight I called the boys to come pick me up And left my truck sitting there
feelin' fairy tales have a ceilin' Land locked and alone, she picks up the phone that keeps ringin' The Beach Boys keep singin' God only knows, here comes the snow She
this nook I see a club Nigga what? Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's gettin' shot Come on come with me come
sports car Summer sun clear, yeah, she's sexy She's so Sunset Strip, teases me Here right there on the front porch swing I swear I hear the Beach Boys
poor old Reuben Clamzo (I) Clamzo boys Clamzo Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo (II) Clamzo me boys Clamzo 2. Oh, Reuben was no sailor (Clamzo boys Clamzo) (
fair, she read about herself in the Bible Believin? she the reason sin is here You played her with an apron like, ?Bring me my dinner, dear? She the nigger here
be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames
my angel comes home Angel, angel come home If you see her tell my angel come home Oo oo oo angel come home If you see her tell my angel to come home Does she
venture A horse drawn stage from Monterey. The she-eagle is older than I: she was here when the fires of eighty-five raged on these ridges, She was
dom da da dom ba da (Oh, let's do "Luau"!) (Talk to me, baby!) She comes on like a rose, da da dap (Do the stroll!) She's my little deuce coupe You don
wasn't gonna make a remix to this I want y'all to bounce wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Bounce Brat, Missy, JD Come on [Missy Elliott:] Yo, come here
Brown The Beach Boys singin', now 'I Get Around' Yeah, get around, round, round, I get around Here they come from all over the world Here they come
walking bones choose your own direction go have fun some place else bring your soul and your Beach Boys records I can't stand to have you here so worn