Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Polaroid , by - Shwayze. Release date: 18.08.2008
Song language: English
Polaroid |
| Yo, at a party on the hill, I popped a pill |
| Threw back a shot and started to chill |
| Ran into a pretty thing named Jane Bang |
| She said she liked the way I handled my game, |
| I said thanks, I like the way you handle my thang |
| She said thanks, now thats money in the bank |
| So I walked away, towards the bar, |
| Bumped into a hottie named Holly in the hall, |
| Could’ve been a mange e toi, |
| But her friend never heard my music before |
| So I walked outside to get a little high, |
| When I got a little bump on my side from a fly |
| Blue-eyed baby with sex on the mind, |
| Sally’s form the valley, but Sally’s still fine |
| Hopped in the ride, and started to drive |
| She said «Whats my name?», |
| I said «I dunno, Jane?» |
| So someone take her picture, (click, click) |
| So I dont forget her (click, click) |
| I wish I had a Polaroid, (click, click) |
| So I could remember (click, click) |
| Yo, uh, at a party on the beach, |
| I was smokin like cheech, |
| Scopin out a hot piece of ass I’m a creep, |
| Getting head while the radio speaks, |
| Popped like the bubble in these sneaks, |
| Yo Jennifer, or was it Monique, |
| That chick got dolphins tattoed on her feet |
| Last week, I seen a best friend |
| Undressin a Madison in the westend, |
| Exit, cut to breakfast, |
| Eggs benidict and a fresh pearl necklace |
| Legs in the air like a goddamn gymnast, |
| Please God, I beg for forgiveness, |
| Then she asked if I’ve been to Memphis, |
| I said no but Im a fan of Elvis, |
| Thats where I learned to move my pelvis, |
| She said «Whats my name?», |
| I said «Jane?» |
| So someone take her picture, (click, click) |
| So I dont forget her (click, click) |
| I wish I had a Polaroid, (click, click) |
| So I could remember (click, click) |
| Yeah, yo, uh |
| At a party at my crib, I cant remember what I did, |
| Woke up with a semi-hard dick and a fat chick, |
| Three days a week, call that a hat trick, |
| But everybody knows hockey aint for black kids, |
| They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick, |
| Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress, |
| Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan |
| Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno what happened |
| So someone take her picture |
| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like patrick) |
| So I dont forget her |
| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick) |
| I wish I had a Polaroid |
| (They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick) |
| They call me Shwayze |
| So someone take her picture |
| So I dont forget her |
| I wish I had a Polaroid |
| So I could remember |
| So someone take her picture |
| So I dont forget her |
| I wish I had a Polaroid |
| So I could remember |
| So someone take her picture |
| So I dont forget her |
| I wish I had a Polaroid |
| So I could remember |
| So someone take her picture |
| So I dont forget her |
| I wish I had a Polaroid |
| So I could remember |