We are having a party dancing to the music. Played by the D. J. on the radio. The Cokes are in the ice box, popcorn's on the table. Me and my baby, we're out here on the floor So mister, mister D
So *** your rose and ring side seat,. We're back home at conry's bar. The blond girl with her tattoo,. Reds and wine, cokes of course. . Oh my suzy, my suzy,. Why did we ever start. It's
, the cokes and the pyrex. Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice. Runners love to pump the bomb. They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms. You God minus the 12 Disciples. I
We loaded up my old station wagon. With a tent, a Coleman and sleepin' bags. Some fishin' poles, a cooler of Cokes,. Three days before we had to be back. When you're seven you're in seventh heaven
mean?. Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!! D. M. C. Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle. Cracks, in the cradle. Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon. Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
