more thing, be good! (Okay!!) Chorus I'm a bad babysiter, got my boyfriend in the showa. WOOT! I'm makin' 6 bucks an hour. I'm a bad babysitter got
never happened Don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did It's just once something dies you can't make it live You're a beautiful boy, you're a sweet
two old stiffs Live on the Waterway That's where I like to stay When I'm down In Miami Blue Day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put
end of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams
key in the door Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy That's
shout at you? How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally
's gettin bad on a nigga, now I'm beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the
mama poppa pouring out vodka Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds, it's (?) Slaughterhouse got signed Better yet boy go home, better yet boy G4 Chrome, better jet boy
all know and love The music we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of try na destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
with nothing but make-up and fab things Diamonds and fur coats and money and gold rings Pictures of people who love ya and kick things One for the blue boy
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my
blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle
up bad, but I tried to ignore it Couldn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it 125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola Broke
ignore my nose, you can trust him I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin Little Boys in Blue and Red Riding in the Hood Heard the Big Bad
curled, casual and glamor A shy girl, or loud like a bama From Connecticut, or from Louisiana Bad table etiquette, too much chatter Very well spoken, or real bad
here ain't have no backbone? Nigga, it's on when I see y'all Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boy Need the white boy to get y'all
, RIP to Chad. I dont need a pen and pad. Im actin bad. Hold up, im on that madden, in the crib one deep, and im saggin. Blue raggin and flaggin at
is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out