"Hands To Tha Ceiling"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	feat Aaron Wade of Strange Brew
	CD: At It Again   Label: Brewski Records
	Lyrics When Bobby Brewski comes silly, pullin out the big willy. You quickly see girls come runnin to his city. Rubbin up the jimmy. Bums tonguin up the Philly. Stinky blunts stay crunked while we funkin up the telly. Stay layin on your belly. Her bottles runnin empty. Message to Nelly Furtado, Come and get me!- Come and get me....well kick it and you bet we Be lookin better than J Lo and Ben up in the Bentley. Glide to the side come and slide in my ride. If you feelin nice and high put your hands to the sky. Hand on her thigh Heinekens got my eye. Listen ma, Im all bout sweet cherry pie. You want it dont ya? Bobbys known to bone the chocha. If its your first time dime sheeeit let me coat ya. Kenny Rogers Roaster or maybe Ponderosa. My steak can boast more home runs than Sammy Sosa. If you aint gettin money, you must be gettin robbed. Bobby Brew stickin meat like a damn shishkebob. Quick to grip the knob if you lettin me in. Better begin cuz this damn brew is sweatin thru skin. Best of three men are handled when battles begin. Dont they know Bobby Brews in the saddle again? I had it with them. I play this hand I was dealin. Like Aaron said, put your hands up to the ceiling.

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