Is there room for me Any more room Is there room Ooh Lookin' good plenty tight Is there room? Any more room for me In those jeans Really thick, like
Y'all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans? How
Words: l.dukes, g.williams music: g.williams - 1987 from the album "ba-dop-boom-bang" Walkin' through my neighborhood Her backfield's in motion
[Chorus] She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club lookin at her She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
C'mon in VIP baby [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans
"Failure By Designer Jeans" I'm a mess of insecurities Attention starved with a narcissistic twist Don't you think that I'm amazing? Please tell me I
Eatin' TV dinner, with the radio on Made me cough up this kinda song There's a guy singin', I'd die for you And it sounds like he means business too
When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on I pull my blue jeans
Kanske var det ett moln i dina ogon blev himlen gra Mina ser i syne for det var val inte en tar? Himlen ar bla dina ogon krymper som blajeans Mina ogon
Sometimes I wake up in my bed And I don't know where I've been Heart tells me a trip to cloud nine Headache says that things just ain't fine Wake up
I know, I know You're so tired to hear about what I do About what I smoke What I drink What I cook for my husband All the travels I do All the shit I
I don't know what else to say I give it away You keep on making me wait But I'm not your slave I waste a shit load of time And I'm on the rush You're
Now the records done it's time for fun We're moving up the charts I got good reviews and brand new shoes Beep beep on my car, beep beep on my car We'
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks It's Difficult
i got somethin' mcs can kiss i got somethin' mcs can kiss when i start to rap i start to rap i sta-sta-sta-sta-start l-li-like this i got somethin' mcs
you wanna talk about it uh let me talk about it i got this sound bit killin like there's nothin like it. i came to rock the party, you got to work
You were the section of my magazine You blew my mind like noone of the human kind You were the only one i could ever speak This secret language between
if you call me at three be ready, and let's meet on my way up to the studio i practice on the beat that's my shit i got here you got there right on time