man Why do the good girls always want the bad boys? And so I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles Diligently doubtful through all kinds of troubles
little fingers ar everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
fat boys are trackin? me down Oh my God, so I run and I run and I run Till I'm right back laughin? with you Ooh, Teddy Boys, Teddy Boys Ooh, Teddy Boys
ate some bake beans Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks Getting in trouble from
your mates you could Have him anyway, to look 'geez' But he's a shady fuck, Beamer three series Lock, stock and two fat fucks backing him up Can't convey
race Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if you're bored Let's go see Roy, get fucked up with the boys Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within
up uh uh I ain?t talking ?bout playboy ?Cause silicone parts were made for toys I want ?em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double baby cake?s in trouble
up -- -- I aint talkin bout playboy 'cause silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble
'all Trouble T, don't forget to check it out y'all My mix all prince, check it out y'all To Kelly check it out y'all To the home boys, check it out y
knockd quick, Fresh J?s, 360 ways, looking at the dope boys, while they chop on blades, Pocket full of hope like I gotta get paid, Nickel bags too fat
I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas The dope boys be the first to deliver Green, brown, or blow,
(Right..) Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade Boozy losers
new guillotine Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for? Here's where we all get ahead! (Bells are now tolling, soon heads will be rolling) ::: All my troubles
your loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble
little later on a sunday night sitting on a train under the sea lights are flashing speed and fat boys computer's screens smoking second classe no troubles
little later On a sunday night Sitting on a train Under the sea Lights are flashing Speed and fat boys Computer's screens Smoking second classe No troubles
oo-wo I ain?t talking bout Playboy Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want ?em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Jonnie C?s in trouble