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Mrs. Officer Lyrics


Artist: Lil Wayne
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Album: Tha Carter III

(featuring Bobby Valentino)

Hey...
Hey... Yeah
Hey... Yeahh
Hey, Hey, Hey
(Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeah, Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeah) Woo, Woo, (Yeahh) Wooo... Bobby Valentino

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya (Yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (Chea)
We can see the sunrise before us (Yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(She know what I mean) I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hey),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hahaha)...
I'll make ya say...

[Lil Wayne:]
(Yeahh)... Doin a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
Ha Ha... she got me thinking I can date a cop
Ha Ha... cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in nah car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren
Talkin' bout...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I can hide a-bove the law
And she know I'm raw, she know it from the street
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talkin' bout...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee... (Yea),

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (Yeahh)
We can see the sunrise before us (Umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Heey)...
I'll make ya say...

[Lil Wayne:]
Ha Ha... And after we got done
I said lady what's ya number she said 911
Haaa... emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeahh... and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels
And I beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby yeah I beat it like a cop
Ha Haaa... beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time but her love is timeless
... Mrs. Officer...
I know you wish ya name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee, Like a cop car...


Phone Home

"They don't make 'em like me no more
Matter fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair
No break lights on my car rear
I never hade life, and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and
gone to heaven I swear
And yeah I'm a bear like black and white hair
So I'm polar
And they can't get on my system
'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the outhers, I mean others
I could eat them for supper, get
in my spaceship and hover, hover"
 
Return of The Los Palmas 7 Lyrics

Artist: Madness
Album: Divine Madness

"Waiter theres a fly in my soup"
 
Grateful Dead, US Blues:

Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
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Ok, here's the next song in my playlist...Afroman's "She Won't Let Me Fuck":

spoken: (Hey sugar, how you doin? your pretty face dont match that nasty attitude. what do you mean, wheres my girl? probly with your man. can we fuck? )

She wont let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.
She wont let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.

(hey, check this out.)
Its so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women dont understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you,
But you, you wont let me fucc.

She wont let me fucc. (you say the mood aint right.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussys tight.)
She wont let me fucc. (give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.

Her heart is still broken, (poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (hey, thats my homeboy, cuz.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (who, jermaine? ) he probly cant see (shake that ass.)
That it was easy for him (uh, say what? ) but he made is hard for me. (why, man? )
Cause she, she wont let me fucc.

She wont let me fucc. (aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (you know just what I need.)
She wont let me fucc. (girl, you eatin all my food, you drinkin all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. ( you smokin all my weed!)

You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said hell no!
(thats alright. hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cuz.)
You always hang around me everyday. different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause Im tired of my organs (your organs? ) going up and down. that sucks, cause she wont let me fucc.

She wont let me fucc. (aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
I really need to bust a nut. (dont play with my head again.)
She wont let me fucc. (let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (are you a lesbian? )

Oh, let me lick it baby. let me stick it honey. buccoooc!
Ill give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.

In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin, many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward em, get em close to me cause Im supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser. say the right things, possibly undress her.
But thats the post game, this is still the pre-game.
Silly woman she-game. baby, whats your name?
Even though Im a freak, I play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak
With intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she wont detect
My egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust til I scream like mystical.
The wrong message I hope Im not sending. laughing and pretending my dicks not extending.
Cant be overzealous, she might discover. shes walkin away, (biatch!) blew my cover.

She wont let me fucc. (you know I love you.)
I really need to bust a nut. (please dont change the subject.)
She wont let me fucc. (we coulda fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut. ( but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)

She wont let me fucc. (girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (you dress, you dress, so provocative.)
She wont let me fucc. (I can see your lingerie, from real far away.)
I really need to bust a nut. (bitch, you must think Im gay.)

Dont make me beg. baby, let me rub your leg.
Dont make me cry. look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. stop actin so, ____? put some oil on your titt--.
Hey, man, Im up outta here. she dont wanna fuck.
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Cracker crunk? :p
 
haha, I had that in my cd player for the longest time, at least on an mp3 cd with a few other albums from various artists such as nas, jay-z, kanye west, and of course yours truly singing the blues playing a banjo.

oh, and afro man like tall cans (40 oz too, playah)
 
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to hong kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell
Flyin' through palm dale
Skatin' on dayton' rims
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Does Afroman count as crunk? If so, w00t! :D
 
I think this thread thwarted my thirst for continued existence.
 
Just thought I'd add the chorus of "Prostitute 2":

Uhmmm, I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a diffrence cause that was way before me and you, girl
You don't ever have to worry about me as long as you keep it real
Whatevers on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets
Don't matter
You know what I mean, yeah
I live it all and I'll explain
 
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