Tricky - Angels with Dirty Faces Lyrics
Money Greedy
Trample on my
trample on my soul
kill me with a quickness
trample on my soul
kill me with a quickness
trample on my soul
Money greedy
money greedy
i trust you over all
the way you brake my heart
the way you trample on my soul
kill me with a quickness
kill me with a quickness
money greedy
i trust you over all
money greedy
i trust you over all
you trample on my soul
you trample on my soul
you trample on my soul
tricola-ola
donde este bien je t'aime je tombe
i be dead when i'm strong
tricola-ola
donde este bien je t'aime je tombe
i be dead when i'm strong
i love i fall
it's a crime how i crawl
i grin and bear it
you can't compare it
marathons of comparisons
the 't' to the 'r' to the 'icky'
you can't get close
brag then i boast
what have i got to boast about
ghetto traps didn't trap me, i got out
security social
standing in government lines
standing in government lines
standing in government lines
i takes what's mines
i takes what's mines
money greedy
i love you over all
money greedy
you trample on my soul
you trample on my soul
you trample on my soul
kill me with a quickness
i guess it's strictly business
kill me with a quickness
i guess it's strictly business
remember we used to sit in the brits
never won any awards
that's not what we used to look towards
money greedy
tricola-ola
donde este bien je t'aime je tombe
comparison, marathon
comparison
can't get close
brag when i boast
what have i got to boast about
ghetto traps didn't trap me, i got out
standing in government lines
take what's mines
tricola-bola
tricola-ola
i love you over all
you trample on my soul
i trust you over all
i trust you over all
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Mellow
i'm gonna see my baby
she makes me feel like movin
i'm gonna see my baby
she makes me feel like movin
she makes me fell high
she makes me feel low
i'm gonna see my baby
she makes me feel like groovin
like this
like this
i see you go to see your baby
does she make you feel like grooving?
you go to see your your baby
she make you feel like grooving
she make you feel high
she make you feel low
she make you feel high
she make you feel low
she make you feel like spendin your money
she make you feel high
she make you feel low
need my honey
like you feel
need my honey
she makes me feel
she makes me feel
need my honey
need my honey
need my honey
gonna go see my honey
she makes me feel like groovin
she makes me feel high
she makes me feel low
when you go to see your honey
when I go to see my honey
need my honey
she makes me feel
she makes me feel
she makes me feel
Writer: RENEE SCROGGINS, COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Singing the Blues
Martina:
I've been working so hard
Just came home from my job
I look down in my wallet
Goddamit I been bought
Where can my money be now
Five of the week's long work
What can I do now
I got so many bills to pay
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues, yeah
I got to tell you that
The blues reached out of my pocket
People, oh what a shame
The bills are gonna rob me tomorrow
That's why I need my ten dollars today
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
The blues reached out of my pocket
People, oh what a shame
The bills are gonna rob me tomorrow
That's why I need my ten dollars today
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
You got to singing,
Singing in the morning
Singing in the new day
You got to singing yeah
You got singing
The blues reached out of my pocket
People, oh what a shame
The bills are gonna rob me tomorrow
That's why I need my ten dollars today
You got me singing the blues
And I'm paying all my dues
You got me singing the blues
Baby I'm gonna singing,
Singing in the morning
Writer: DON ROBEY, JOE MEDWICK VEASEY
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Broken Homes
Tricky :
We know, yes we know
I set my ego on fantastic.
Still, you're f*ckin' with my plastic
Take a second and medicate it
Dedicated, medicated,
They bend and break me
Overrate me
I take a small piece and make it breathe
It takes a second to wreck
Takes a second for a hit sucka niggas won't believe
They stress me, test me, vex me
So what, you got a gun?
That shit don't impress me
Yes yes you always walk with the crew
Y'all back the f*ck up 'cause you're not alone
(And) you don't think i'm a brother, then check my chromosome
Brand new, you're retro
I already passed you on a one-two
I've been cued to this already
Bullet to the head.
Bullet to the head, do you think I's joking?
What the f*ck are you doin'?
You wanna represent my attention?
You need more than a mike and a mention.
Through the scars you see bars
Through the bars you see scars results of my rage.
Brand new, you're retro. (x3)
Martina :
Scared to skip and step in case you trip and fall
Thunder picks you up, slaps you on the wall
That's maniacal, I cuff through my manocle
Mechanical and super-natty
Love is not talk, I walk on by
Exotic spices
If your mouth can't tame the meaning
Carefull of the faces you're seeing
A dread of the past and fear of the future
That's maniacle, I cuff through my manocle
Mechanical and super-natty
Tricky :
Brand new, you're retro X3
Brand new, you're retro X3
Bullet to the head, do you think I's joking?
What the f*ck are you doin'?
You wanna represent my attention?
You need more than a mike and a mention.
Through the scars you see bars
Through the bars you see scars results of my rage.
Brand new, you're retro. (x3)
Brand new, you're retro. (x3)
Brand new, you're retro. (x3)
Brand new, you're retro. (x3)
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
6 Minutes
Six Minutes I'm on (repeat)
It's a long way from Knowle West to Hollywood
I've never seen a triple beam
from LA to NY I eat pork make 'em scream
Six minutes I'm on
I'm premenstrual I bleed because I'm not a vegetable
Six minutes I'm on
Lies don't suit me I think it's my duty to say I don't like guns
And in them comes spoil the rude boys funds
I'm resilian I don't just wanna make a million
And if the radio shows throw low blows
we do this with or without the air play
Like a cycle forget about Michael
I'm gonna take this time out for a promotional click
Durban Poison artist are the smartest
In this industry full of vomit
My voodoo make 'em sick
My voodoo make 'em sick
Now when people got a good thing they want to make it a bigger thing
Bullet proof from the truth
now it's gone to far
and all the tough guys are dropping like flies
Like old styles and riches and those industry bitches
I hear they're taking over the benches
to be high paid wenches
Forget the champaign at the bar you need A&R
Is this making music or money?
I can't make my mind up
They think they're safe 'cause they're signed up
You're under contracts that brakes those backs
You brag and boast now look-a-here I control my destiny
I control my career
Now when people got a good thing they want to make it a bigger thing
Bullet proof from the truth
Now it's gone too far
and all the tough guys are dropping like flies
Like old styles and riches and those industry bitches
I hear they're taking over the benches
to be high paid wenches
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Analyze Me
Six minutes I'm on (repeat)
It's a long way from knowle west to hollywood
I've never seen a triple beam
From L.A to N.Y I eat pork make 'em scream
Six minutes I'm on
I'm premenstrual I bleed because I'm not a vegetable
I'm on six minutes I'm on
Lies don't suit me I think it's my duty to say I don't like guns
And in them comes spoil the rude boys funds
I'm resilian I don't just wanna male a million
And if the radio shows throw low blows
We do this with or without the air play
Like a cycle forget about michael
Like a cycle forget about michael
??? x2
I'm gonna take this time out for a promotional click
Durban poison artist are the smartest
In this industry full of vomit
My voodoo make 'em sick
My voodoo make 'em sick
My voodoo make 'em sick
Now when people got a good thing they want to make it a bigger thing
Bullet proof from the truth
Now it's gone to far
And all the tough guys are dropping like flies
Like old styles and riches and those industry bitches
I hear they're taking over benches
To be high paid wenches
Forget the champaign at the bar you need A&R
Is this making music or make money ?
I can't make my mind up
They think they're safe 'cause they're signed up
You're under contracts that brakes those backs
You brag and boast now look-a-here
I control my destiny
I control my career
I'm on
Is this making music or make money ?
I'm on
Like a cycle
Durban poison artist are the smartest
My voodoo make 'em sick
You're under contracts that brakes those backs
You brag and boast now look-a-here
I'm on
I control my destiny
I'm on
I control my career
I'm on
I control my destiny
I'm on
I control my career
I'm on
???
I'm on
Forget the champaign at the bar you need A&R
I'm on X2
I'm premenstrual
I'm on
I'm premenstrual
I'm on
Evolution from ?? X2
Forget the champaign at the bar
Like a cycle
You need A&R
I'm on
Like a cycle
I'm on
???
Now when people got a good thing
they want to make it a bigger thing
Bullet proof from the truth
Now it's gone to far
Bullet proof from the truth
And all the tough guys are dropping like flies
Like old styles and riches and snetches and those industry bitches
I'm on
I hear they're taking over benches
I'm on
To be high paid wenches
I'm on
It's gone to far
You need A&R
I'm on..
..
..
Emotions ....
Just energy X2
Just my energy
I'm on
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Moment I Feared
Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief
My muscles kind of ache, they felt rigid and stuff
so I turned around, and I smoked this big fat spliff
Now I'm happy as can be I'm in this pothead spell
I put some eyedrops in my eyes so that no one can tell
Now It's 5:45 almost time for the bell
I'm back on the job, I don't bother no one
I keep strictly to [myself] till my job is done
Now it's 5:45 it's time to have fun
I'm hangin out with a rapper, a kid named Don
We got more drunk than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free
Scoopin all the girls with my fly jewelry
cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me
Boogie Down was performin hey they ain't no joke
And a bunch of Brooklyn kids was lookin all up my throat
Was it my big chains with the big plates on em?
Then they rolled on me and told me to run em
This was the moment I feared...
"Yo take off your chains.."
This was the moment I feared...
"You need to take those chains off.."
I said, "They're really not real, they're just a front for the girls"
Then a whole bunch of fists just, caved my world
I was in pain, so ashamed, I wish I never came
Had to pick up my face and go home on the train
Then I went to my apartment and brought me a [fort[y]]
Then I went to the park, and I sat and I thought
I seen Danny Boy blue with his girl named Sarah
In one of their cars, I think it was a [Valera/Bravera?]
She called out to me, but, I really didn't hear her
So I went a little closer so I could a little clearer
She said, "You know where...Tilden"
I said, "I know where that is, just next to my building"
I gave em the information and they I went on my way
Then I went home, and slept til two the next day
There was a knock on my door, I opened it, no quit!
It was Sarah standing there with a bag named Kit
She starts to use me and abuse me and at first I wasn't with it
Then we did it and we did it and we did it
She said it was great, she said she's glad we had done it
The elevator come and Danny Boy was on it
This was the moment I feared...
This was the moment I feared...
Well he was huffin and puffin and he swung at me -- word
So I pulled out my jam and sauced the nerd
Then he was dead two in the head I took the cash and the Visa's
She said, "Everything's all right, just make sure nobody sees us"
Now I was rich as I was rich I could have whatever would please me
Now I could wear real gold in front of folks who don't tease me
Yah, I'll be a new neighborhood dad
Cats'll roll up on me like, "Trick's my man!!"
Ya see a policeman rolled up on me and told me, "Make my day"
I said, "Relax brother," but he had proof that I had done it
He found the gun with my fingerprints on it
But now I'm in prison doin' life and I'm scared
Some kid snuffed me cold and greased me where no one dared
This was the moment I feared...
"Now bend over!"
This was the moment I feared...
"Take your trowsers down, and bend over!"
Now I'm doin' life and I'm scared
A kid knocked me cold and greased me where no one dared
The moment I feared..
This was the moment I feared..
Writer: ERIC T. SADLER, JAMES HENRY BOXLEY III, RICKY M. L. WALTERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Talk to Me (Angels With Dirty Faces)
Someone talk to me now
Energy won't move me
Oceans won't soothe me
Cry me a bayou
Slime, sleaze pass through
You love it when I'm leaving
Angels with dirty faces disappear with out traces
Them bones
Love it when I'm leaving
You love it when I'm leaving
Someone talk to me now
Energy won't move me
Oceans won't soothe me
Cry me a bayou
Slime, sleaze pass through
You love it when I'm leaving
Angels with dirty faces disappear with out traces
Them bones
Love it when I'm leaving
You love it when I'm leaving
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Carriage for Two
Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
On this bubble
An open sky, flying high
Take a bride, get some trouble
Tricky :
The first one will do
I'm just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before X3
Terry Hall :
Springtime falls, summer calls
You slip and slide until you hit december
Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry
If I was an ingenious
I'd lose my temper
Tricky :
The first one will do
Just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before
I've been here before
Wanna make me weak while you cry
Not such a thing, 'till you die
Gotta go I get high X2
Deceiver deceived us
And I deceived them
Carry my troubles home
Married with the humble
Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
I'm getting smouthred
Life is just one bloody thing
After another
Writer: BILLIE HOLIDAY, ARTHUR HERZOG, ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Demise
(marshall, vowles, del naja, badarou, thaws)
Shara Nelson
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
3D
Way that we say 'em in style that we raid 'em in
Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin
Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs
'Cause brother it's relative
The ??? is pickup all the lyrics on the dancefloor
To raise your spirit level cause it demands more
Tricky
Attitude is cool degrees below zero
Up against the wall behaving like deniro
Tricky's performing taking his photo
Make him stand with a tan touch it like cocoa
Smooth keep it moving at the back now
Free as the needle that's movnig through the track now
3D
Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
Dance around the vibes like acoustics
No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop
The paper that you ??? lick with
Tricky trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life
Wiseguys get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born they're making me yawn
But I just take it easy it's a sunday morning
3D
So you come ???
Together we'll grow forever watch my ak rig go
Daddy G
Because my ak rig goes boom boom
My ak rig goes boom
3D
Yeah rhymin' the jam and uh we got the stamina
Cause you never know it's like we don't give a damn and uh
And it's ??? to keep your distance
Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat
You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street
Tricky
If i was a rich man
Daddy G
Da da dada
Tricky
I quietly observe standing in my space
It's the devious days they call the rat race
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town
Weebles, wobble, occasional squabble
But we're happy when the bomb drops
Down
3D
Don't make sound
'Cause the dancefloor's a desert
And the dancers are parched
Do a rain dance and you brace through a marsh
My heavy my brother get lighter than helium
Float above the world to break the tedium
Living in my headphones soul is what i say to 'em
The surreal boom of the budokan stadium
Shara Nelson
Well i'm floating on air when i'm daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Tricky
Well i'm tricky kid don't deal with sadness
Can't be with the one i love i love the one that i miss
I'm very down to earth but brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover just need, i'm insecure
3D
The weather is a-changin' the storms be shakin
The love that you make is equal to the love you're makin
Here comes the sun little darlin here comes the sun
It's alright
Tricky
Yes tricky kid i check my situation
Naggy this maggy that maggy means inflation
Hip-hop you don't stop cause i'm not sloppy
I like the beat so we need another copy
3D
We're natives of the massive territory and i'm proud
Getting peaceful in the desert that the glory and the crowd
The problem ain't a different kind of skin tricks
I love my neighbor and i ??? the olympics
See you a hooligan you try to play the fool again
Tricky
Caught you in the lost and found
3D
When your posse weren't around
Tricky
No crowd
3D
So you're going for you tool again
Shara Nelson
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
Well i'm floating on air when i'm daydreaming
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tear out My Eyes
(White boy)
I said I'm bored
We have to kill the noise
She said "why don't you try boys?"
I said "No I'm-a get me a white girl"
'Cause it's a big white world
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
I said I'm bored, "We have to kill the noise"
He said "why don't you try girls?"
No I'm-a get me a white boy"
So I can have some white joy
Skins milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
She said I'm bored
We have to kill the noise
She said "why don't you try girls?"
She said "No I'm-a get me a white boy"
She said "No I'm-a get me a white boy"
So I can have some white joy
Gimme a white boy
So I can have some white joy
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Now we can get a taxi
Gimme a white girl
Iit's a big white world
Gimme a white girl
Iit's a big white world
Gimme a white girl
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
I can get a taxi
They said I'm bored, "come kill the noise"
She said "why don't you try boys?"
No, gimme a white girl
Gimme, gimme a white girl
Milky and waxy
We have to kill the noise he said
I can get a taxi
"Why don't you try girls?" I said no
Gimme a white girl
Gimme a white boy
'Cause it's a big white world
We have to kill the noise he said
Gimme a white girl
"Why don't you try girls?" I said no
'Cause it's a big white world
Gimme a white boy
Gonna, gimme a white girl
So I can have some white joy
'Cause it's a big white world
Milky and waxy
'Cause it's a big white world
I can get a taxi
Her skin is milky and waxy
Milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Gimme a white girl
We have to kill the noise he said
Gimme a white girl
We have to kill the noise he said
Milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
The only disease in our blood we need is love
The only disease in our blood we need is love
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Record Companies
( Repeated throughout: He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ )
Tricky :
When will it ever end?
See it in the face again
Space trace the alien
And he shall be called Adrian
So it seems I'm the devil's son
Outta breath and on the run
Jesus christ don't wanna be me
First you burn then try to see me
When will it ever end?
See it in the face again
Space space trace the alien
Space trace the alien X2
And he shall be called Adrian
So it seems I'm the devil's son
Outta breath and on the run
Jesus christ don't wanna be me
First you burn then try to see me
First you burn X2
You need to breath and there's a sequal
When I rock there is no equal
And you need to breath and there's a sequal
When I rock there is no equal
When I slide divided it becomes
(Repeated throughout : He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ )
Grim Reaper :
Yes, could this be? another episode from the terror trilogy
The world economy
He's falling, slowly falling
When those streets are paved with gold and silver,
Ahahaha, when will this mad-ness ever end ?
He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ X2
There is no more rain left in the forest,
Everything is petrified, terrified, horrified..
You've been denied!
The right to your third eye. now it's shut-t-t-t-t
No more to be opened, ahahaha
What's going on
Sometimes the Rhyme has no meaning: unless you give it meaning
He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ
( Tricky : I can't .... no meaning, I see the ... Yeah )
Yeah the feeling, It's appealing but it's real it's real is it real?
Or is it Memorex?
Jesus Christ
Yeah
No
He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ X2
Tricky:
We're in the devils company X5
Oh Yeah
When will it ever end?
See it in the face again
Space trace the alien
And he shall be called Adrian
So it seems I'm the devil's son
Outta breath and on the run
He's falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ X2
Tonite is a special nite
Tricky : ( sampled over and over : ) "Let's just record..."
RZA:
Aarrgh! Throw your hands in the Air
Tonite is a Special Nite!
Throw your hands in the Air
Tonite is a Special Nite!
Throw your hands in the Air
Tonite is a Special Nite!
Check me out
Throw your hands up high in the Air!
Tonite is a special Nite!
Gatekeeper
Gatekeeper :
There are reasons and fouls to fax and those who get caught in the act
Get the axe, yet, my style is known to catapult like a jet, like a F-15
Yo! my gleem is bright and hard when it strikes
Niggaz get caught in the dead of the nightmare! Ah! you're scared, duck
away
Don't get too close or you might just get roast, roast! ha!
I come with the pharaoh, the sparrow, the crow
Just like an arrow to the bone, oh
I piss through your toe, your knee and your cap
Wouh! Decapitate and scatter it, Wouh! Batter it theives and villians,
those who aren' t killin,
that's, there's the willing
Lord, thats the way they choose when you are bound to lose
RZA:
Throw your hands in the air.
Yes
Tonite is a special nite.
Throw your hands in the air.
Tonite is a special nite.
Yes
I said : Throw your hands in the air.
Tonite is a special nite.
Woh
Throw your hands in the air.
Tonite is a special nite.
Grimreaper :
Well it's the grimreaper, yes I heap fools ,
I keep a low and meager profile and show my style
RZA :
Loose and smile broke up is wild
Slow escapade, they wanna get paid after the show
So, away we go to the MO-tel
Oh-swell
The part is so swell, up and speedin'
And the girls that a been scheming: gonna get the cream and
When I say I'm coming in the house,aahhhaa I am cumming in the House
I'm out..
Throw your hands in the air.
Tonite is a special nite.
Throw your hands up in the air.
Tonite is a special nite X4
Tricky : ( sampled over and over : ) "Let's just record..."
Tricky :
This is a recording
Is it is it real? I dont know how I feel
Do you know how you feel ? are you Yourself?
Or are you someone else? cause I am me, a-haha
I am me Yeah yeah
You don't have to pretend: I don't need no friends
I don't need , backers!_
It's a rack-up, it's it's do you believe,
Or do you deceive? Ah-ah
That's recording
That's recording
Ahhhhhhh Yeah
Is it the real one? the funky real one?
Is it the real one? the funky real one? Ahhh
Is it the funky real one ? the real funky real one? Ahhh
Are you the real one, the real funky real one? Ahhh-eh
Are you are you are you the real one, the real funky real one?
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Peyote Sings
Martina :
You sure you want to be with me?
I've nothing to give.
Won't lie and say this loving's best
Leave us in emotional pace
Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of rest
Don't wanna be on top of your list,
Monopoly improperly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds with the strength we had together.
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed.
And when there's trust there'll be treats
When we funk we'll hear beats,
Karmacoma, karmacoma, Karmacoma ...
You and her walking through the suburbs
No, not exactly lovers
You're a couple, 'specially when you're body's double.
Duplicate and then you wait
For the next Kuwait.
Karmacoma, karmacoma, Karmacoma ...
Jamaica Aroma, Karmacoma.
You sure you want to be with me? I've nothing to give.
Won't lie and say this loving's best
Leave us in emotional peace
Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of rest
Don't wanna be on top of your list,
Monopoly improperly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds with the strength we had together.
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed.
And when there's trust there'll be treats
When we funk we'll hear beats,
Karmacoma, karmacoma, Karmacoma ...
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Taxi
I said I'm bored
We have to kill the noise
She said "why don't you try boys?"
I said "No I'm-a get me a white girl"
'Cause it's a big white world
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
I said I'm bored, "We have to kill the noise"
He said "why don't you try girls?"
No I'm-a get me a white boy"
So I can have some white joy
Skins milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
She said I'm bored
We have to kill the noise
She said "why don't you try girls?"
She said "No I'm-a get me a white boy"
She said "No I'm-a get me a white boy"
So I can have some white joy
Gimme a white boy
So I can have some white joy
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Now we can get a taxi
Gimme a white girl
Iit's a big white world
Gimme a white girl
Iit's a big white world
Gimme a white girl
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
I can get a taxi
They said I'm bored, "come kill the noise"
She said "why don't you try boys?"
No, gimme a white girl
Gimme, gimme a white girl
Milky and waxy
We have to kill the noise he said
I can get a taxi
"Why don't you try girls?" I said no
Gimme a white girl
Gimme a white boy
'Cause it's a big white world
We have to kill the noise he said
Gimme a white girl
"Why don't you try girls?" I said no
'Cause it's a big white world
Gimme a white boy
Gonna, gimme a white girl
So I can have some white joy
'Cause it's a big white world
Milky and waxy
'Cause it's a big white world
I can get a taxi
Her skin is milky and waxy
Milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Her skin is milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
Gimme a white girl
We have to kill the noise he said
Gimme a white girl
We have to kill the noise he said
Milky and waxy
Now I can get a taxi
The only disease in our blood we need is love
The only disease in our blood we need is love
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