Testi musica canzoni

(into)
Guess who'sback,back again
shady's back, tell a friend

Now everyuone report to the dance floor
to the dancefloor,to the dancefloor
now everyone report tio the dancefloor
alright stop,
pyjama time...

(Verse1)
Come here little kiddies on my lap
Guess who's back with a new rap
and i don't mean rep as in a new case
pf child investigates and accusates
(Aghh,aghh,aghh,aghh,aghh)
no worries
papa's got a brand new bag of toy's
what else could i possibly do to make a noise?
I've done touched on everything but little boys
thats not a stab at michael
that's just a metaphor,
i'm just psyco i go alittle bit crazy sometimes
i get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
goog god, dip, do a little slide
bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
to the centre of the dancefloor
like TP for my bung hole
and it's cool if you let one go
nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
give a little "poot poot," it's ok
oops my CD just skipped
and everyone just heard you let one rip

(Hook)
now i'm gonna make you dance
it's your chance
yeah boy, shake that ass
whoops i mean girl, girl girl girl
girl you know yuor my world

alrite loose it
(aghh, arghh ,arghh,arghh,arghh)
just loose it
(arghh,arghh, arghh, arghh, arghh)
go crazy
(arghh, arghh, arghh, arghh arghh)
oh baby
(arghh,arghh,arghh,arghh,arghh)
oh baby
(Arghh,arghh,arghh,arghh,arghh)

(Verse2)
It's Friday and it's my day
used to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday
I don't know what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kind of breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin'
All I know is when I ger there someone's gonna
(touch my body)
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out
(yeah)
What's ya name girl, what's ya sign?
(Man you must be up out yo mind)
Dre (Aghh,aghh,)
beer goggles, blind
I'm just tryin' to unwind (now I'm)

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt naked
Down the street screamin'
(Aghh,aghh,aghh,)

Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said;
"Save it, boy we got you on tape Screamin' at an old lady"
(touch my body)
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's "8 Mile" now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality, look it's B. Rabbit
Oh you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba
I don't have any lines to go right here so tubba
Tellytubby fellas (what) fellas (what)
Grab your left, make your right one jealous (what)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm callin' all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or butt squeezin'
It's the season, just go
(Aghh,aghh,agh,aghh,aghh,)
It's so appeasin'

[Repeat Hook]