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through I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down All the men we got Well they're goin' down the drain All stripped down All stripped down
Vertaling: Waits, Tom. Alle Stripped Down.
kick it All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite, like a tree
bust a you And they 4 deep, too They seen all these caps and T-shirts And them gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait,
on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? 6:51 Aynsley: You're Tom
, shake it, shake it now Outside, it's damp Put a towel on that lamp You look hot in this light I can love you all night Shoes off, hair down Got a pink
follow that fire track I think your house is burnin down The go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle Snakes with a trowel We'll break all the
they rangin on yo block and yo brains like chillay [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] My chain too silly, my watch to dumb Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom
. . . in preparation for the Real Live Be-Bop Tango which we're gonna demonstrate. Napoleon will assist him. Napoleon: Wait a minute now . . . FZ: Napoleon, just put your horn down
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
much mail dump a hater-ass botch in the ditch Slap slap, chop chop on a bitch Smob in ya whip, smob down the strip But most of all these hogs will smob
