Girls
Tricky
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2004-12-21 08:43:53 |
Tricky:�
girls, boys�
girls wish you never had boys�
they grow up to be bad boys�
cry i've never had boys�
never seen your dad boy�
i've never seen my dad boy�
without the roy�
and when my career stops kicking�
i'm gonna stick him�
Anthony kiedis:�
rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy�
just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy�
make a dog and you chase another cat boy�
blow it up and let me show you where its at boy�
Tricky:�
girls wish you never had boys�
they grow up to be bad boys�
cry i've never had boys�
never seen your dad boy�
i've never seen my dad boy�
without the roy�
and when my career stops kicking�
i'm gonna stick him�
Anthony kiedis:�
staring through the sun tell your devil beware�
i am not the son of your family affair�
baby breaks away and i've got my face in my hand�
genetics from my gun, trust me i don't care�
Tricky:�
i don't need no man�
little boys�
Anthony kiedis:�
rappa rouser, bappa bouser�
shake it for me baby let me step into your trousers�
i allow this�
come on baby let me take to the houses�
i allow this�
this is now and you better bow this�
this is now and you better bow this�
this is now and you better bow this�
Anthony kiedis & tricky:�
staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses)�
i am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses)�
baby breaks away and i've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological)�
genetics from my gun, trust me i don't care�
Tricky:�
i don't need no man�
little boys�
Tricky:�
i'm not a fire starter�
cause i'm a little smarter�
smarter than the average bear�
i don't care family's there�
Anthony kiedis:�
rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy�
just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy�
make a dog and you chase another cat boy�
blow it up and let me show you where it's at boy�
Anthony kiedis & tricky:�
staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses)�
i am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses)�
baby breaks away and i've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological)�
genetics from my gun, trust me i don't care�
i don't care�
(repeated)

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