Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad, bad Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad, bad
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap When I was bad Bad [Verse 1] Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's
Your self control might be a muscle spasm New direction isn't everlasting though I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week Then the crutch dissolves
Consolation don't account for it Healing helpless want to look like this Bet distraction whips it out of you Pay to see it suck you down there too Don
Embrace the motivation goes Passed off as unintentional One look showed you had to think Eat this and say it doesn?t reek Right Make room you come with
Tight security Looks that challenge Savage end, make the food chain balanced Even the fabulous can't avoid A random attack to pass a boring night, blue
Dragged behind someone like habit Say complete, say sycophantic Rude Rude Rude Rude Rude Rude Rude Rude Suffocate won't let you breathe Could be worse
so right!) Strap It On Strap It On Strap It On Strap It On (keep it up all night!) Strap It On Strap It On Strap It On Strap It On Strap It On Strap
Aunque no te importe nada La vida de un delf?n Nadaras a fin de siglo En tu pecera Si no sabes si eres rata O una masa amorfa mas Solo basta darle un
something that came and went Take me back Take me back to a golden time From '75 to '79 And it makes it easy, so easy for me Strap it on Strap it on
Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the east bay g ..repeat three more times Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
down the club, we threw a brick in da door Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands
corner Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya Twenty black cars all tinted, we meant it Syndicate forever, posse of the clever Rubber bands strap
hit the flo? Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low, low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps, with the straps
out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your strap
your motherf**king hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap
Lil 'Dre you hear me, I'm word around town The lean and the kush got my body slowing down I stay off in the trap, with the automatic straps If you niggas
