they say our love is taboo that what were doing is wrong but i dont care what they say cause my love is so strong they tell us we should be ashamed were
Put your clothes back on I'd rather be alone Your thing is all worn out Now get on home You've had too many lovers They've worn off the hair Now there
I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta, Pimping hos when I was five years old. We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley, Cause that's just how we always
I like older Woman How bout you? 19's are good to look at, but they're to young for my lovin' 20's are fun but they're not done, you need to stick 'em
Do you wanna do something that rhymes with truck Do you wanna do something that rhymes with duck You wanna do something that rhymes with my best friend
Men and Women a?? Rodney Carrington You women have so much power in your pants you have no clue. You have to much power! That little hairy critter you
im gettin married to my pickup truck it doesn't leave me when im down on my luck it doesn't shop at fancy stores or have a lawyer or want a divorce it
I wake up each morning, and Im proud of who I am. Cigarette breath and a full ashtray and a cupboard full of spam. I gambled away a whole weeks pay,
if you play your cards wrong you can take me home tonight you've got all the makings of my future ex-wife i've got 3 bucks my credit sucks and my future
Who put the dick on the snowman And embarrassed the family? Could have used a Ball bat Cucumber or a zucchini But instead you used a thimble, Somethin
I remember way back, when I was just a boy Going places with my mom and dad It used to scare me to death How mamma used to act After six or seven beers
I got home and the door was locked so i tried to ring the bell,I found a little bitty note that she had wrote telling me to go to hell. I crawed in the
Ready... aim... interrogate! Shoot the interrogator - get ready to crumble Run all the way to daylight no matter everyone else might tumble Race to the
she had a gap between her two front teeth that you could drive a truck through breath like a trash can dumpster, that would kill you she drove a 1973,
When we first met we made love every hour Nowadays I always have to beg When we first met your stomach was a six pack Nowadays it looks more like a cake
I saw her sittin' in a barroom In that smokey atmosphere She smiled back at me As I drank down one last beer She pulled me on the dancefloor We danced
The Day My Wife Met My Girlfriend Well I Got Home and the door was locked And I tried to ring the bell I found a little bitty note that she had wrote
Well life on a crotch is kinda laid back Watching them peckers try to get in her crack I get messy when they slip me off the track THANK GOD IM A PUBIC