I've got to get back. Her heart was as big as his stomach was large. At fifty per, got ta sizin' her up, if I left sumpin' out, I'm a suck-eyed pup. Well that sled kept a-goin' but the kid started slippin'. She got big ol' titties. HOT ROD RACE #5 (THE KID IN THE MODEL-A). The song was originally uploaded to YouTube in April 2022 and went viral over the following months on TikTok, particularly a section featuring the lyrics "pass the weed bitch, I don't like to pass the gas" and "she got big ol' titties, I said goo-goo, goo-ga-ga. ".
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip. Don't you know about the record business, honey? You know my baby's kinda nauseating. Wearin' old T-shirts and grubby jeans, People say I look kinda odd. Get to roll) Puff and pass puff and pass the gas on em (Skrt Skrt) Hit the road hit the road hit the road (hit the road hit the road) Hit the curve hit. No, that was a long time ago, by my grandad back in nineteen six-oh. And the local car rally. She said, "Lizzie McGuire. "
But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day, that me and that Mercury went out to play, an' there's one more thing I'd like to say, don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A. Then my tummy starts a-grumblin'. So I took to the ditch to get by the flight, I scattered sand to the left and sand to the right. With a healthy appetite. Laughing gas is in the air You don't like me I don't care Before they knew I'm Royalxflame They all thought I was a square Like I did this on a dare It is. Today in the school cafeteria, They introduced a brand new malt. If you don't know the steps yet, here's the gang with all the answers. I am prepared to tackle. Now, it's got a Crosley tire and a Cadillac tube, a Buick carbureter and a Henry J hood (all parts interchange). Our exec was pale, he said he was sick, but us tin can men knew he was just a hick.
We left San Pedro late one night, the moon and the stars were shining bright, everything went fine up the Grapevine hill, we was passin' cars like they was standin' still. This song is finna start a fire. I might as well lock myself up in my room. In the zoo monkey ass niggas, "Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ah-Ah". You're one of the biggest turkeys I know. This little baby is sweeter than sweet, at a hundred and forty-four thousand feet. Don't gimme no crummy taste spoon, I know what I need. Everywhere, we see them there, We stop and stare at patterns. Now if you don't wanna ruin your clothes, You gotta sort 'em out first, as anyone knows. Sowhatusayin Song Lyrics. She said "Pass the weed. "
Now the kid that was drivin' that hopped up hack, turned twenty-one just a while back. Comes from CARE packages that were sent back. You're just an unkemp, unpolished, uncoordinated, Awkward, vulgar, rude, and uncultivated, Ill-bred, tactless, coarse, and discourteous, Boring, insensitive jerk. Right, yeah, if you don't mind the cal'ries, it don't matter if you snack all night. No messy problems with reindeer. You know it's gettin' thin when your. Montrose I Don't Want It music lyrics. Just to play some more. Now, let me tell you 'bout the school cafeteria, You know a school cafeteria is the only place. 'n' I put 'em together, and here's what I've got, (setta, rattle and roll, roll 'er boys). Did you know Froot Loops fit in your nose?
Verse 2: This is my cerial My flow is my barier Jangan. The cops is still looking both night and day, for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A. Then, tootin' his horn, he came up in my sight. I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas.
You like to keep 'em clean. Flower make me sneeze and prayin'. With a thrust-vectored landing, I (was (again) ahead. I met my f**kin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke. Yeah, finna go to the bank. Makin records, going gold. Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to.
Well it just sucks to be you. And augmented injectors, that thing could move! When the money talking, i could not hear what you saying. But the second steak I ordered, Well it was lousy too. The triple air scoops make cornering a thrill. So now I smile when it's December. Oh... (*Papa Boolie smashes ukulele*).
Since the day that I was born. Well, I wonder what he'll do on stage. How come I always lose? While those who rank high in might ride on top. Got safety tubes but I ain't scared, the brakes are good, tires fair. You did a really rotten thing.
Nigga, how'd you figga like a b**ch I let you get away. Now I'm at home, I'm watching Gilligan's Island. Don't, don't, don't, don't, [parody of "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper]. Shake 'n Bake, Fatter. Sh*t, this sh*t is here to motherf**kin stay. Some people call it self-indulgence, But they just don't understand. 'til my hands are sore. We hadn't much gas, the tires were low, that dag-blamed Ford could fairly go. Make leftovers last, make leftovers last?
The TV said the Juice must have gone plumb locco, and there's cop cars chasing a white Ford Bronco. Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine. Break yoself, once again it's on. We was drivin' up Grapevine hill, passin' cars like they was standin' still.
Where a kid and a Dug were setting the pace? Just watch me pass that Porsche on the right. On CNN and the networks three, the flashing tailights was all you could see. What a silly haircut. Mr. Tahj Mowry, now welcome to The Weird Al Show. Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck, crossed my fingers just for luck.