The B-52's Lyrics
The B-52's Lyrics
"Hot Pants Explosion Lyrics"
The Last Predators Lyrics
So did you loose yourself along the way? As I guided you into new dimensions. Clouded as you were, still should have seen, it all was set to scene, just for the pleasure of my enjoyable amusement. Traveled so far you say, still standing in the circle that
So did you loose yourself along the way? As I guided you into new dimensions. Clouded as you were, still should have seen, it all was set to scene, just for the pleasure of my enjoyable amusement. Traveled so far you say, still standing in the circle that
You know what I say to your hot pants?
Say what?
Say get on down, ah ha ha...
I'm in shippin', if you're receivin'
'Cause what I see I ain't believin'
The longest legs in the shortest pants
You got me doin' a matin' dance
Pant pant
You got me pantin' like a dog
Pant pant
Ooo I'm a hot pants hot dog
You burned a hole in my mind
When I saw your cute behind
Wearin' those hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Sizzlin' hot hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Sap's up spring's
Cauldron Lyrics
Heat rising Isolation In midst Of sacred fight Quiet jihad Slips so fast No easy To be right Not clever Nor precocious No fancied flights On idiot wind Stand for life Style of death Call the wrongs In style of sin on the rise
I'm bustin' out my tube top tonight
Workin' the night shift, I get off at three
Breakin' out of that factory
Thunder thighs-hangn' out!
Moon beams, dancin' about
If you would be so kind
Put on those red hot pants and take a stroll through my mind
Hot pants, hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Sizzlin' hot hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Hot pants explosion
At the factory
Baby it's so sweet how you got me chokin'
Chokin' on the sizzle you deliver in that outfit so smokin'Tylenol Island Lyrics
Slim mother fuckin' Shady....alright Missy Elliot, Timbo, c'mon, yo Verse 1: I'm homicidal, and suicidal, with no friends holdin a gun with no handles, just a barrel at both ends sprayin' techs at you until you see your fuckin legs with the bullets h
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Hot pants flare up Heat rising Isolation In midst Of sacred fight Quiet jihad Slips so fast No easy To be right Not clever Nor precocious No fancied flights On idiot wind Stand for life Style of death Call the wrongs In style of sin
I'm bustin' out my tube top tonight
Workin' the night shift, I get off at three
Breakin' out of that factory
Thunder thighs-hangn' out!
Moon beams, dancin' about
If you would be so kind
Put on those red hot pants and take a stroll through my mind
Hot pants, hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Sizzlin' hot hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Hot pants explosion
At the factory
Baby it's so sweet how you got me chokin'
Chokin' on the sizzle you deliver in that outfit so smokin'
Slim mother fuckin' Shady....alright Missy Elliot, Timbo, c'mon, yo Verse 1: I'm homicidal, and suicidal, with no friends holdin a gun with no handles, just a barrel at both ends sprayin' techs at you until you see your fuckin legs with the bullets h
Ooo scintillatin' sizzlin' steamin'
Honey those hot pants got me screamin'
Supercalifragiwhata outfit you got on
Super vixen ooo foxy
Studball hunky baby rock me
Supercalihalitosis ooo that outfit's the absolute mostest
Ooo I've seen London and I seen France
But I never saw nothin' so hot as you in your hot pants
Sizzlin' hot hot pant
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Scorchin' hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Burnin' hot hot pants
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Stea
The Next Episode Lyrics
[Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (Spread the weed out there!) Blaze it u
min' hot hot pants [Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (Spread the weed out there!) Blaze it u
Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants
Who says hot pants are dead and gone
Wait'll they see what you've got on
Yeah, I never saw nothn' so doggone hot
You belong in Ripley's Believe It Or Not
Here a hot, there a hot
Hot pants on a cute little butt yeah
I see the Army the Waves and the Wacs yeah
Marchin' down the railroad tracks in hot pants
Hot pants stretchin' tight
Yeah hot pants clingin' right
Hot pants, they're gettin' so hot
We might have to take 'em off
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