Salt-n-pepa lyrics
Salt-n-pepa lyrics
"Boy Toy Lyrics"
Opinionate! Lyrics
Lyrics: Tecchio, Music: Lorenzo How 'bout we get a little honest with ourselves Let's start to think! We're only flaunting our lack of respect When we argue over opinions (chorus) You! You talk like it's a fact I wish you could just listen to yourself and your... Opinions! From the way that you talk (Opinionate!) You'd think your word was law A preference cannot be wrong nor right But it's wrong to try and dispute tastes (chorus) There's
Lyrics: Tecchio, Music: Lorenzo How 'bout we get a little honest with ourselves Let's start to think! We're only flaunting our lack of respect When we argue over opinions (chorus) You! You talk like it's a fact I wish you could just listen to yourself and your... Opinions! From the way that you talk (Opinionate!) You'd think your word was law A preference cannot be wrong nor right But it's wrong to try and dispute tastes (chorus) There's
Yeah, heh heh
S-N-P, hmm, for you
Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Chorus:
Boy toy, I love you so
Temporary lover, never let you go
I spend my money on you
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Where you been all my life
No diamonds on her fingers
But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life
No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you
Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu
No disrespect, for losin' sweats
You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check
So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight
Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict
Bet you shit is right, got my daisies
Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh
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Punch Judy Lyrics
Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Punch and judy, judy, judy Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy vest Punch and judy, punch and judy Brought up the children, church of e, now I vegetate with a color tv Worst ever thing that happened to me, oh for d-i-v-o-r-c-e Oh judy Whatever happened to pillow fights? Whatever happened to jeans so tight? fr
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Now come and bathe me, wanna get highWashing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Punch and judy, judy, judy Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy vest Punch and judy, punch and judy Brought up the children, church of e, now I vegetate with a color tv Worst ever thing that happened to me, oh for d-i-v-o-r-c-e Oh judy Whatever happened to pillow fights? Whatever happened to jeans so tight? fr
Take this helicopter ride
From the westside down to the eastside
Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why
Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies
Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress
So rests, yes, my boy toy
Chorus
Cheryl "Salt" James:
(Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh)
With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right)
I like 'em focused, 20-20
A man that needs little but gives plenty
I'm never vexed givin' up no sex
Unless I wanna release stress
And get this shit up off my chest
Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times
Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme
Not insecure, for sure, not bored
Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour
Sh
Jazz Music Lyrics
[Guru] The music started in the hearts and drums, from another land Played for everyone, by sons, of the motherland Sendin out a message of peace, to everybody and came across the oceans in chains and shame Easing the pain, and it was without name Until some men in New Orleans on Rampart Street Put out the sounds, and then they gave it a beat I'm talkin bout Jelly Roll, King, and Satch I'm talkin bout the music that had no match Yes the music, and it was born down there
ow me a lot of love in the club[Guru] The music started in the hearts and drums, from another land Played for everyone, by sons, of the motherland Sendin out a message of peace, to everybody and came across the oceans in chains and shame Easing the pain, and it was without name Until some men in New Orleans on Rampart Street Put out the sounds, and then they gave it a beat I'm talkin bout Jelly Roll, King, and Satch I'm talkin bout the music that had no match Yes the music, and it was born down there
You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face
A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals
I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn
Money earnin', more money, cash, checks
But you ain't never met a girl like this yet
Salt: What's up, man
You got that package I sent you
Man: Yeah I got it
Salt: Did you like it
Man: What
Salt: You know you earned it
Man: Yeah
Salt: Put the thing down right
Chorus
Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:
Me and my girls chillin' at the mall, laughing and all
Brother's kinda tall, you think he play ball
Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine
I think I estimate about 4.5
My pockets goes high, so we can ride
I'll pick you up about nine-ish
Running In Place Lyrics
Well I'm nineteen years old I don't know where I'm going yet Or who I'm going to be Maybe its because I'm indecisive Or maybe just a little confused I'm so scared of the future And so hung up on the past Someone tell me what's wrong and what's going on Inside my fucked up head Give me some sign What is my point in being here? Tell me what's going on With this world today Maybe I need some time alone So I can deci
Well I'm nineteen years old I don't know where I'm going yet Or who I'm going to be Maybe its because I'm indecisive Or maybe just a little confused I'm so scared of the future And so hung up on the past Someone tell me what's wrong and what's going on Inside my fucked up head Give me some sign What is my point in being here? Tell me what's going on With this world today Maybe I need some time alone So I can deci
Take you to the finest, masseuse
And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles
Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile
Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar
I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same
I check for a player with a lot of game
Not a little, not tryin' to get caught in the middle
Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck
Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what
Chorus
I'm not scared to tell you (Whoo)
S-N-P, it's your boy toy
All day, all night
Nine-seven, like heaven, baby
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
I ain't gon' front