Letras:
Squeeze A Moving Story

Lights on the pier in the evening The fresh sea air and could cut with a knife Such a wonderful feeling She worked in a pub where bands would appear On a

A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow) A nigga got dat Grammy Open the door nigga, Bone Thugs got a story that's

Fu-Schickens] Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof Now give me two minutes I'

: ( Roy Head & Gene Kurtz) Gonna tell you a story That every man ougtha know now If you want a little lovin' You got to start it real low, hey Now if

a heavy man light, turn a black kid white Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka Crush-a, stomp-a, nother

the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a

mashin' out In a brand new drop top flyin' ***, listenin' to the wind blow *** automatic weapon When they step up *** hit with a *** Everybody tryna get a *** with a

I'm Pee like distinct urine in your staircase Nigga, from me stay the most distant, you outta place Grime rhyme, my story too foul for prime time So I don't give a

that booty bouncing up and down Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro And I make it do round and round Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest