Pink Cookies In A Plastic Bag
The act of makin love...is...
[refrain]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Ill take 30 electric chairs
And putem in a classroom
30 mcs
And setem free from thier doom.
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers gettin merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feelin
That sunshine bring in.
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible.
I said your cool as ice cuba
She said, your that public enemy
I seen on the tuba.
Naw.
Im like your uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so heavy ah d?
She said, you tried to play me
Like big dad-dy.
I said, I know your tribe,
I called and re-quested
For you to be manifested.
She said, you know the same gang and my flava unit too?
I said, you only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?
Rub ya down with warm ice-t
Make ya feel bran nubien
In-stant-ly.
Boogie down
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song performed by LL Cool J
Added by Lucian Velea
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