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Bishop Lamont lyrics : "Sumthin'"


Lucas, Gripsta, we gonna keep it rollin' man, hit after hit ^!$$%
It's called "Sumthin'" man

There's somethin' about the way these (*##$es be doin' what they do to me
Lord have mercy. Bless you hoes
Bless you hoes, I mean that, I mean that in the most spiritual sense I can

Bless you hoes for the gifts you've been blessed with
Let's get into it ^!$$%.



Awe yeah here we go
1, 2, 3 all the freaks to the flo'

Even though I know you heard this befo'
Bend over to the front and touch your toes
A little stretch exercise

The bend will get you nice when we got crushin' in my ride
Don't be ashamed to shift it into drive
They can't see, my truck too high

I love it when you do it on the freeway, freeway, freeway, freeway
I love it when you do it on the freeway, freeway, freeway
Swervin' in and out the lane

I'm mean Borg, gettin' crazy brain
I'm your Motrin when in pain
Come take me, I'll kill your migraine



There's somethin' about the way you do that dance

There's just somethin' about the way your $$# looks inside those pants
There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands
There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance



Life can be such a bore

Let's talk about sex 'nuff about war
Bin Laden this and Bin Laden that
How 'bout a new story on $$#es to fat

Yeah
Let's see
An interview with Trina, Buffy and Cherokee

Now wouldn't that be fresh?
And all three competin' in an $$# tappin' contest
Let's go live to the strip club, strip club, strip club

I'm gonna get my dick rubbed, dick rubbed
Come over here and strip love
On all four

Make love not war, war
I ain't no politician, I'm a ballatician, you got me wishin'
You and me can try a brand new position

You know what she was doin' walkin', $$# swishin'

There's somethin' about the way you do that dance

There's just somethin' about the way your $$# looks inside those pants
There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands
There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance



Jessica Alba

Jessica Simpson
Your little sister too if she's out there listenin'
Gabrielle Union

Eva Mendez
Tyra, Janet show me the other breast
Pretty please

With sugar on top
Pretty please
I promise I won't touch, I'll just watch

On your knees
When you crawl over to the couch
Pull your undies to the side, let me turn you out

Got the camera set up if you wanna make a flick
Got the pole over there if you wanna go and strip
We home alone, you got me singin' like Thick

I wanna $#&@ you girl, I wanna $#&@ you girl
Excuse my rudeness, excuse my lewdness
But I'm just a freak who really loves to do it

Do it so good your whole body get the jitters
When I ask you how it was you say, "Excellent Smithers"


There's somethin' about the way you do that dance

There's just somethin' about the way your $$# looks inside those pants
There's just somethin' about the way you rub yourself with your hands
There's just somethin' about the way you're starin' got me in a trance




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