Monday, February 14, 2005

one more week of this

holla!

can you keep up? baby boy, make me lose my breath, baby boy make me lose my [pant, pant]. breathe, stretch, shake, let it go. one and two and three and four and get those sit-ups right. get those tummies tight. when the pimp's in the crib, ma, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. when the pigs try to get at ya, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. and if a b*tch get an attitude, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. i got my rolly on my arm and i pour chandon and i roll the best [insert whipcrack] 'cos i got it going on. drop down, girl, and get your eagle on! said my [boing] don't dance; we just pull up our pants and do the rockaway. now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

to the window -- to the walls,
i-i-i'm missy on the microphone

2 comments:

J Eck said...

you crack me up fo shizzle dj p diddle

Jamie said...

I'll be thinking of this very post as I am living it, this weekend in LaCrosse. Can I please stick hot pokers in my eyes now?