| Yo! |
| I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin'
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| Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt-chin
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| Callin' all party animals, get
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| On the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit
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| In search of a chick who’s stacked and so thick
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| And implants are so big
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| She can hang me up on that rack, big ol' tits
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| Like Anna Nicole Smith
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| Body’s bananas and sass to go with
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| I spot you at first glance and go «shit!»
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| You wearin' those pants that don’t fit
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| That butt won’t ever give up
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| That’s why you stick it out no matter what, huh?
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| 'Cause you got an ass that won’t quit
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| So, get on the horn, my saxophone
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| Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow «whee»
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| You just laugh and go heehee
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| 'Cause you’re just as nasty so that’s appropriate
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| That’s why—
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| I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me (Yeah, me)
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| I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me, nasty (Yeah, me)
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| You know, I’m wearin' a new shirt tonight too
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| With me on it
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| I’m lookin' at your tight rear like a sightseer
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| Your booty is heavy duty like diarrhea
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| The plan’s to bring you to my house
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| You’re drinkin' Jack and Beam
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| I’m thinkin' soon this tramp’ll lean so we should bounce
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| But you’re outta your tube-top
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| If you’re thinkin' that mi casa es su casa
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| Yeah, you’re a cute fox
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| Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
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| Girl, you’re smokin' like Snoop Dogg
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| But you must be tokin' if you think you’re takin' over my quarters
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| There goes the dime into the jukebox
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| Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon I’ll
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| Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl
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| So, Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball
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| Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox
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| And excuse the locker room talk, I’m just too raw
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| But apparently, so are you, ma
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| 'Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off
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| And that’s why—
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| I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me (Yeah, me)
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| I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me, nasty (Yeah, me)
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| Said «Can I take you home, where we can be alone?»
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| Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
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| I know you’re probably feelin' me more than you admit
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| Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
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| I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
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| So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin'
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| You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
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| 'Cause real tits are still fun
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| But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones
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| So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of
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| But tonight, curiosity overrides ya
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| Beside ya fired up like a starter pistol
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| Crystal, let’s slide hon, tonight I’m your pilot
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| 'Cause you should be up in the sky, girl
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| You’re so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club
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| So come on, baby, the night’s young
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| Don’t string me along, I’m high-strung
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| We might wind up on mound like we’re tryin' for the Cy Young
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| Fuckin' 'fore we get to the house
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| Screwin' our brains out like changing a lightbulb
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| That’s why I like ya, 'cause I’m crazy just like ya
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| Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up
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| I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck
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| So ready, set, aim and fire
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| Yes, babe, I’m fallin' in like, that’s kinda, why I love
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| I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me (Yeah me)
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| I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
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| That’s why I love you, 'cause you’re like me, nasty (Yeah, me) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remind Me , by - Eminem. Song from the album Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп