a a hippies But we're not hippies we're slippys Like the Manson family dress like a target, target us With massive and sweating hands Target us, 'cause
Grow your hair as long a a hippies But we're not hippies We're slippys! Like the Manson family Dress like a target, target us With massive and
Prevod: Superjoint Ritual. Dress Like Target.
the heart but I don't have a wound You got a good aim cause I could've sworn I moved When it comes to relationships I don't have a clue Love at first
heart, but I don't have a wound You got a good aim 'cause I could have sworn I moved When it comes to relationships, I don't have a clue Love at first
a charge you must be crazy You got a fat ass, your chest right, and you dress right But would I fuck without a rubber? You're thinking I just might Tryin' to get a
Yo, why do I do it like I do? How come I don't get into trouble like I used to? Why am I the last thing a girl understands? I'm just like the rest trying
You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a
Blazing like wayotecks. stop your heart and chest make u feel it like Stress. Now Tailor made KRS and Rascalz Manifest, Beat to Digest to get your head blessed like
we doin it first Pause and spin now you sleep watch your head burst I'm divin in like a champ goin head first Fools reverse tragedy, gettin worse
go get your motherfuckers that'll handle that biz Kill a nigga even if they gotta do a bid Dress up like chicken when I pull you with a wig Take away
the 'Can-I', is like Stepping on a live land mine behind enemy lines Military paratroops with camouflage parachutes In flight suits and boots landing on your roof Eliminate the target
could pull yourself away from that mess Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress 'Cause hot on the trail of self pity is wilderness Like
a jacto Now flow tighter than a lasso Louis shade on my movie star shit looking like I'm dressed for the fucking red carpet you look like your outfit from target what a
beat you Like the shoemaker beats his leather Cut your material According to your cloth Taking a bath, lightening your skin Dressing up is not a priority
all around me I'm your g-g-gun Well, I'm dressed in black I'm a heart attack And my draw is lightning quick Well, if you're looking for a man With the
cool With those girls in their catholic dresses You want to be real nice But you know they're just your vice Lowrider Lowrider A man Let's go down to target
