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ST. LUNATICS
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Who'S The Boss
Lyricist:Author Unknown Composer, Dennis Lambert , Epperson Jason, Franne Golde, Haynes Cornell, Hitchings Duane S
Now who that is talkin' that about the tics? Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
Now who that is talkin' that about the tics? Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
I'm like what's up doggie? Lemme introduce my clique and I Lunatics, I'm Lil' T rollin' ninety miles per hour You ain't know me but now you do Represent the, C I T Y of Saint Lue, M-I zzou
You think you right for doin' wrong Phone up flamin' like hemorroids Talk on CD's boy, police will have you noid Just avoid and ill too legal and my peoples I'm the boss and that's the way it's gone be
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody Now she all on my team 'cuz she heard I rock parties Smoke more Ladi than Dadi in the center like Jihadi Your salty conversations about me and my relations I done had, made man, a gang of baby Dads
Why you whinin' like you G.D.? C.C. I think it's in me Jealous 'cuz when they come to hit, 'tics get many 'Cuz I'm the boss and this the way it's gone be
Now who that is talkin' that about the tics? Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
Now these Mac's wanna hear 'em for mackin' on slim Kim Mad because she pay down, she bought me a gang of Tims Have me sparky like Simpsons, hit them, bent them What about the whole night? Oh, nights? Never spent them
U.P.S. shipped them, D-two sent it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com From here and til' on it, everything copastetic One-oh-five gone bump it, Lunatics bumpin' like a drummer 'cuz I'm the boss and this is the way it's gone be
Apologize for what? What you seen and what you saw? Now my name starts your sentence, you'z a hater by law I'm by far tighter than training bras on Dolly Parton You think your girl don't like us? You'z a joke like Steve Martin
I've been pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition I lay tracks like a beautician while your gal's on a mission While you trippin', pink-slippin', it's your gal I be pimpin' 'Cuz I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
Now tell me why everybody wanna watch me now? And the, fly honeys wanna rock me now And them playin' hatin' fellas tryin' to hunt me down But they always on my jock when I come around
I hit the spot and keeps it hot when I lays it down I see alot of ladies, tell 'Mary-Go-Round' Droppin' hits like this, so you can pay me now And uh, I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
Now who that is talkin' that about the yics? Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone blow So don't look any further Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone blow So don't look any further, further
Now who that is talkin' that about the tics? Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone blow So don't look any further Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone blow So don't look any further, further
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