paroles de chanson Why Judy - Hot Action Cop
It′s
like
it
always
rains
when
I
run
on
my
brain,
The
chitter
chatter's
got
me
shattered,
And
I
feel
like
I′m
scattered
now,
I'm
battered,
Knocked
down
to
the
concrete,
Because
of
cruising
past
that
parking
lot
on
17th
street,
That's
where
me
and
my
girl
locked
in
a
backseat
bliss,
I
can′t
believe
that
all
this
bullshit
started
up
with
a
kiss,
It′s
like
all
my
dreams
they
turn
into
a
life,
And
now
I'm
feelin′
like
I'm
sittin′
on
the
edge
on
a
knife
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
wanna
tell
her
that
I
love
her
but
I
don't
all
the
time,
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
It′s
got
me
drinking
and
I'm
thinking
as
I
drive
through
the
light,
Staring
out
through
the
windshield
wipers,
Then
it
hits
me
like
a
shot
from
the
sniper!
Judy
that
baby
ain't
got
my
eyes,
I
wonder
whose
eyes
they
is,
Yeah,
judy
that
baby
ain′t
got
my
smile,
I
wonder
whose
smile
that
is,
yeah′
Shit
had
me
fool
proof,
But
I'm
the
fool
with
the
proof,
It′s
just
an
urban
legend
if
ya
think
that
you'll
be
happy,
The
truth
is
that
la
vida
loca
was
all
about
you
creepy
sneaking,
Yeah
yeah,
You
got
me
drinkin′
yo,
You
got
the
luscious
johnson,
You
got
the
magic
bone,
Now
you
don't
get
no
money
like
the
lawyer
said
on
the
phone,
I
come
to
ransack
your
shack,
Your
suburb,
Your
Cadillac,
Full
custody,
I′ll
take
it
all
back!
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
wanna
tell
her
that
I
love
her
but
I
don't
all
the
time,
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
got
the
feeling
that
I'm
living
at
the
scene
of
a
crime,
Staring
out
through
the
windshield
wipers,
Then
it
hits
me
like
a
shot
from
the
sniper!
Judy
that
baby
ain′t
got
my
eyes,
I
wonder
whose
eyes
they
is,
Yeah,
Judy
that
baby
ain′t
got
my
smile,
I
wonder
whose
smile
that
is,
Yeah'
It′s
no
use,
it's
no
use′
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
wanna
tell
her
that
I
love
her
but
I
don't
all
the
time,
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
got
the
feeling
like
I′m
living
at
the
scene
of
a
crime,
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
I
coulda
sworn
that
I
was
tripping
it
was
such
a
surprise,
Woah
now
woah
hey
woah
say
woah,
And
now
my
grip
is
kinda
slipping
while
my
little
one
cries,
Staring
out
through
the
windshield
wipers,
Then
it
hits
me
like
a
shot
from
the
sniper
Judy
that
baby
ain't
got
my
eyes,
I
wonder
whose
eyes
they
is,
(Those
eyes
see),
Yeah,
Judy
that
baby
ain't
got
my
smile,
(Ain′t
got
my
smile),
I
wonder
whose
smile
that
is,
(I
wonder),
Yeah,
Judy
that
baby
ain′t
got
my
style,
(That
baby),
(That
baby),
I
wonder
whose
style
that
is,
(Woah
I
wonder),
Yeah,
Judy
that
baby
just
ain't
my
child,
(It
ain′t
my
child),
I
wonder
whose
child
that
is,
I
know
it
ain't
mine′
It
must
be
his,
his
his
his,
It
must
be
his,
yeeeeaaah'
1 Doom Boom
2 Goin' Down On It
3 Don't Want Her To Stay
4 Fever For The Flava
5 Busted
6 Face Around
7 Club Slut
8 The Special
9 Show Her
10 Alayal
11 Why Judy
12 In a Little While
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