Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Special Ladies, artist - Cage. Date of issue: 14.11.2002
Song language: English
Special Ladies |
| I met her walking the dog, she had on shades and clogs |
| Kicking dog shit at her like, «I'm not these other frauds.» |
| Coulda had a sword to my neck, she would’ve gave a fuck |
| Bitches in New York give a fuck? |
| My mouth’s truck like I bit a range strange |
| I’m striking out with mad lines |
| Looked right past me like, «Nah, I’m not into black guys.» |
| What? |
| Would’ve slapped her if she said to talk to the palm |
| She’s shaking her fucking head around, don’t even got a Walkman on |
| I stepped to the left, she kept looking straight |
| I’m like, «This bitch is blind as fuck.» |
| and stuck my middle finger in her face |
| You don’t need rocket science to comprehend my views |
| You with a bitch that can’t see? |
| We’re bringing the whole camera crew |
| At Saks Fifth, they ain’t got shit on my surveillance |
| Alan fucked with the cunt and took the tape to his parents |
| Live web feed show her floppy D’s do |
| I know you can’t see me but we can all see you |
| At Cagekennylz.com, jump in the mind of madness |
| And get shit out on the Autobahn |
| I’m three hundred and sixty-five Benzes |
| Two hundred and ninety-eight BM’s and three Lexes |
| What’s the best part of Jersey? |
| Get to the city for a dollar |
| Walking down Broadway, seen her tittie through the collar |
| Insecure, chubby with chocolate on her celly |
| Pull her jugs to the neck line, her shirt shields her belly |
| Got three bucks, ain’t making dinner out of chips |
| If I get in this cow’s lap I can feast and fuck some tits |
| I’m like, «Hi.» |
| that was all it took for bait |
| She threw me on her back and sprinted to the lab but stopped for cakes |
| My hand’s full of tit on her couch unable to bend her |
| After a Thanksgiving meal and it’s fucking December |
| Fuck the Häagen-Dazs, I’ve been lodged in back fat |
| Go down on me, tittie cutie pie I don’t do that |
| She threw a thigh the size of my torso on the back of my neck |
| Made me french kiss her matted dog with its throat slit |
| I’m like luke in a ton ton with my fucking Timberlands hanging out the sumo’s |
| thong thong |
| I used to talk to this chick but never got to pounce her |
| Cause she works sixty-five hours a week as a councellor |
| For the handicapped, scooped her working at the Gap |
| The most I got in her was a finger after a fifty dollar dinner |
| Went to get her from work to bring her downtown |
| That’s when I bumped into Jennifer Love Hewitt with downs |
| I know it’s a little far-fetched but it ain’t a stretch |
| Like seeing famalan its textbook |
| Look, y’all can talk all the shit y’all want |
| But even Jerry Lewis would run up in this slut for a month |
| Her mindstate’s like she’s on drugs every hour |
| Mighty Mi seen me with her and I swear the fucking shit out her |
| (Alex, make love to me!) |
| Nevermind the goofy face, it’s a sport fuck to me |
| I’m balls deep, she starts to seizure and open wider |
| I’m was about to bust so I left my fucking dick inside her |