If your mother had her druthers Won't be riding with another rolling stone If these bitches had three wishes, You'd be busted up with stitches comatose With a broken nose
I wanna be your limousine Are you diggin' what I mean? I wanna be your limousine Sick and sick, let's split the scene
These pretty boys all call you "poison" But we never let those boys in Tit for tat It's unexciting, all the fighting All these suckers always biting Where it's at
I wanna be your limousine Are you diggin' what I mean? I wanna be your limousine Sick and sick, let's split the scene
Oh, you shake me like a coup I feel I don't know what to do You're just a child You'd say "sike-naw" to an outlaw It's like sparring with a southpaw Swinging wild
Oh my God...
I wanna be your limousine Are you diggin' what I mean? I wanna be your limousine Sick and sick, let's split the scene
Oh shit.
Oh ee oh, oh oh Oh ee oh, oh oh Oh ee oh, oh oh Oh ee oh, oh oh (repeat in background until fade)
I wanna be your limousine Are you diggin' what I mean? I wanna be your limousine Sick and sick, let's split the scene
by wesley reges.
Compositores: Ali Gabut Youngblood (Black Kids), Owen Holmes (Black Kids), Dawn Elise Watley (Black Kids), Kevin Paul Snow (Kevin Snow), Reginald Constantino Youngblood (Reginald Youngblood) ECAD: Obra #2784360 Fonograma #13238594