Tuning you into not-the-mother wit, insight into your blindness, knowledge of your ignorance, and various and sundry profundities untold. Basically, I'm just talking shit Thursday, January 05, Sexy Lady Sexy Lady, hey gimme your number, girl roll wit it, nigga, roll wit it, nigga Sexy Lady, hey I wanna rock your world roll wit it, nigga, roll wit it, nigga Sexy Lady, hey gimme your number, girl roll wit it, nigga, roll wit it, nigga Sexy Lady, hey I wanna rock your world roll wit it, nigga, roll wit it, nigga I wanna hook up witchu on Sa-tur-day I'ma pick you up on Sat-ur-day Maybe we can go catch a matinee, hey, hey, hey I'ma come get you on Sa-tur-day I'ma pick you up on Sat-ur-day Maybe you can give me some wassaname, hey, hey, hey Good lawd, I love me some go-go.
I know I'm one good cry away from 40, but you'on outgrow go-go. That shit's in you. This particular song is my new jive obsession When Tre starts singing the hook, Sexy ladyyyyyyyyy, gimme your number, girl Panorama Rooms and Coliseums.
Back when niggas wore SuperTims and it mattered what number was on your New Balances. You only got the 's? You shoulda told your parents to get you the 's! We had gold pinky nails. If you could dance, and your momma let you go to the go-go frequently, you could get famous. Ask Jumpin' Janet and Lisa of the World. Who we gon' put on display now? Who we gon' put on display? We got Nina in the house tonight uh huh And everything's gon' be alright Cuz she came to boogie She came to boogie down What the fuck is that shit anyway?
And we could pop our booty like Beyonce only wish she could. I ain't got the time to give this the serial attention it deserves, but know this -- despite your confusion, somebody's reading this and Working the Walls with me. She's a bitch She's a big fat bitch She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world -- Eric Cartman, remixed I abhor seeing fat white chicks in pink. I saw two of them today. Both had on pink car coats. Made me think of my boy.
I belee, I belee, I belee But I belee you look like a fuckin' pig in that coat. You gotta stay tuned Cuz there's more to see Unbreakable Through the tech-ni-cal dif-fi-cul-ties Unbreakable -- Soror Alicia Keyes I got an issue with falling.
Now see, before you even start to jone. I just fall alot. My 'librium is all fucked up, I s'pose. Anyway, one time I was going to a party and I was leavin' from my dad's house. Shitty sharp was I, about to take me and my 4-inch stillettos down the steps until You ever be in so much pain you can't even say SHIT?
I was wimpering inaudibly, but I couldn't even press forth any sound. THAT'S how much that shit hurt. Now I know my black ass musta laid at the bottom of them stairs for about 3 whole minutes. Then I hear, "Nina! Does this muthafucka realize that I just fell down the muthafuckin' steps and I can't breathe, let alone answer? I think I mustered a "Yes. This muthafucka inches out of his room, and approaches the steps apprehensively. By now, I got my breath back.
What took you so long? Why this bamma say, I didn't hear anything after you fell. For a moment, I thought you might be dead, so I was preparing myself for what I was gonna see at the bottom of the steps. I'm layin' at the bottom of the steps, crooped up like And people wonder why I'm fucked up in the head. If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life Never make a pretty woman your wife From my personal point of view Get an ugly girl to marry you He looks like he stink.
Get the funk outta my face Get I remember in high school, my friend Kim was known to tell people that they stunk. And you know how you are in school So Mark was our classmate, and we had known this white boy for years, but one particualr year, he just came back to school like he was Funkmaster Flex or sumfin'. Just smelled all kinds of bad.
I can't even 'splain the shit. That lid would just slam shut like, Fuck this shit! So Kim had had it in English class one particularly hot, and stank day, and rose up and confronted him at his desk Mark, your body odor is offensive to me, and I would appreciate it if you could wash your body before school tomorrow and use some deodorant.
Strode back to her desk, picked up her pen, and finished writing her vocabulary sentences. We sittin' there like this: But as right as that shit felt, and as much as his armstrong ass deserved said intervention I felt bad for him. Shorty was embarrassed as fuck. She had laid his shit out -- dead to rights -- in front of err'body. Even his little fake ass friends who would talk about him behind his back were sitting over there smugly, lookin' at him, like Umm hmmm.
You do need to wash your ass. I thought he was gon' cry for a minute. And the next day, he didn't remind me of a Irish Spring either. Reminds me of something my father used to tell me: You make sure you ain't neither one of them people.