Tekster:
South Park Who S Over There

I love all you haters It's not your fault. You was raised to like the smell of shit. Us players...We like the smell of roses. (Female singing) Who's over there

love all you haters, It's not your fault, you was raised to like the smell of shit Us playas would like to smell the roses. [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):] Who's over there

boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on rra) Big bird gotta new flock that wanna fly south Soarin' to the next block You bed not park

" "my bad" "it's cool" shit I can't bursh em off cause I got my hands full guess I have to play it off try to step over the velvet rope but I missed and

South Parks Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now hop in my minivan, let's

called Flash, fresh from the beginning Taking out sucker D.J's for a living King of Hip Hop, godfather of rock Cuts are leaving D.J's in a state of shock

Wilt Chamberlain I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin' So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over

(2X)] Sex out south-some hit in and out Screamin n cussin-some bustin it out Sex out south-some freaks comin out Sex o s is what it's all about [Verse

on their skin Goin' over to Susan's house Goin' over to Susan's house She's gonna make you right Take a left down Echo Park a kid asked do I want some