rocked to a mother goose rhyme Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time But there was I a great boy and what would folks say To hear my mother
old mother goose little Bo peep call Dr Seuss to put her right to sleep [Chorus] There's only one other who can love this girl like me The mother of
a dub crazy DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
, split his lip. Pick that shit up, where the kottonmouth kings and tech nine click, bitch! and we don't give a fuck! Nuck if you want this shit, goose
you wasn't born right Playin center I block your wack raps like bill cartwright Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All mc groups will be cartoons like mother goose
how I do) Get that frown off your face PARTY IN THE PLACE! [2X] I'm just sippin on Gin & Juice Tryin to catch up with Mother Goose Yeah she got that
shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck, now stretch I just got off the gray goose Hear at San Quentin
Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers
picking rooster the cockiest of 'em all Strutted on the stage in his bib overalls Close behind was old fiddling bear Bluegrass music by a rooster and a bear Old mother goose
your savior or your heavenly host I'm just a piece of zwieback toast getting soggy in a baby's achin' mouth I'm going south like the geese I just goosed
love It's a feeling you can't describe But it always stays on your mind Or the first time you hear your song on the radio That gives you goose bumps
and the death on my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!). Ooh, tell me whats critical, is it your reputation? anyone attack it wait for the incubation, now for your mother
sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child
we blind-footed toddlers ever started out. So don't get into it with me When I goose-step Across the kitchen floor You know I still adore All your mother
Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie That the old gray goose is dead The one she's been saving The one she's been saving The one
, black Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey" I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley A double goose
O come ye young of Hamlyn--you who know my tune so well, Where it beckons you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell). Forget your mothers grieving as
loud, Say it loud, 'cause I feel proud." I said, "Moo, moo, moo!" Telly & Elmo: Moo, moo, moo! Elmo: Elmo remembers the first word he said Mother Goose