wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home Take us home. ["Way Moby Polka" by Al Yankovic] 'Cause it's closing
want it You already got it If you thought it It better be what you want If you feel it It must be real just Say the word and I'ma give you what you want
real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump With the fly human being, watch me freak it
raw raps So color me bad, plus color me black For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track (The funky fly stuff) Come on and let me kick (
involved That's my word See I'm not the one They got me confused They got me messed up Don't you think I've had enough? When it comes to what we do
us out Just work that pussy all the way out Shake it, don't break it It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show me
resentment, I can sense it and I don't like it A drop in the ocean a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's
Shine til I'm blind nigga Dime getter I sell heat to the streets nigga [Royce] It's like nigga hate and we line up All of them in one place And we give
beside me Tommy Hilfiger cut, skin like Halle She looked like she get it from her momma That's right Michelle, I'm Obama Or maybe she get it from Madonna
ass have you screaming "Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance" Would you ride with me? Yeah Would you lie for me? That's right Would you get high with me
house Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room Came with the fame, with my name came a tune The king of rock, there is none higher God [Incomprehensible] with Madonna not melodic like Mariah Carey, when Larry put me
in the trunk Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in
and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it
and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic But give me another word for it
it, just to get dirty dirty Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside [Chorus] Get me all weak
Madonna hit the road Don't preach to me, we're not backin' you Don't preach to me, we really won't care Don't preach to me, you're so self-righteous
Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou Move over Madonna, move over Madonna Move over Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou Move over Madonna, move over Madonna Move over Madonna, give it