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Bootsauce - Masterstroke lyrics
Well, I was over at my brother's He said, I got something to do I said now, yo motherfucker I must be talkin' to you And I went... Oooooh yeah I said then it got real scary He just-a wouldn't turn it down I said-a, lookin' out the window Yo! your mutha must be brown And I went... Oooooh yeah I just couldn't believe Esther, man She just freaked out last night, oh yeah Give her one too many, Christ And listen to her shout I said now, lookin' out on Sundays Like they're Monday afternoon You get really kinda funky When you're lookin' for that groove I said now, Sunday's after Monday And I can't believe your grass, sugar Shake it over backwards like you're Shakin' your old ass The weekend went real slowly Yeah, a little give and little take I said now up and down Lancaster Night went ohhhhhh shake, shake Oooooh yeah MASTERSTROKE! Oooooh yeah... |
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