Dinner and a Movie 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dinner and a Movie |
| 歌手 | Cool Calm Pete |
| 专辑 | Lost |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| A glutton for pain, try another diet | |
| A laugh riot for hip hop dramedy | |
| Ignore the credits the more you let come easy | |
| Commotion make a grown man queasy | |
| So ill all work and no play make | |
| Jack high as a kite, especially Sunday | |
| Cool gust, breezy afternoon | |
| Conspiracy’s about landin’ on the moon | |
| I’m crunk, I’m Buzz Aldrin kid | |
| The blackout cut the power grid | |
| The black on, jokes he transmits like | |
| Your mother’s an astronaut and shit | |
| Slow wits, backstroke belligerent | |
| A hard worker, pound the beer with diligence | |
| A penny for thoughts, a rap caused ducats | |
| A calm commotion, a laid back ruckus | |
| Hit the playback, solve this puzzle | |
| You’re Pat Sajak I’ve got rebuttals | |
| Grand prize, whatever the heart fantasize | |
| Drop by you’ve got a fresh surprise | |
| Your beat so hot they sizzle when you mumble like | |
| I know I’m nice but keep it on the humble like | |
| So nice you had to say it thrice like | |
| Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, Calm Pete, psyche | |
| On to the rhythm you don’t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| It go on to the rhythm it don’t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| And a movie, and a mo-oo-ovie | |
| [Intermission] | |
| Left the cinema dumbfounded | |
| Caught a ride with the late night despondent | |
| Look from then on, there she go hey you | |
| You lucky broad, cool cat calico | |
| Night vision and I ain’t talkin’ goggles | |
| I’m talkin’ foresight for tonight’s travels | |
| Pick a place, lemme handle mine | |
| She talkin’ bout snacks, you stand in line | |
| Peanut butter marmalade sandwich gully | |
| Appetite keep you on the up and up buddy | |
| They say patience is a virtue | |
| Then virtue must mean I won’t fuck you | |
| I got jokes, must be the sugar rush | |
| Bittersweets, not on the syllabus | |
| Pop quiz, multiple choice bubble | |
| A help in the trouble, save you the trouble | |
| Impatient, overworked and sensitive | |
| How could cool calm dare need a sedative | |
| She on some shit to sell her rates slow | |
| Man fuck this, she wasn’t worth the convo | |
| Good things come to those who wait | |
| But these are New York minutes so lemme demonstrate | |
| Nice and smooth, hate to be a hater | |
| Peace see ya later, take me out with the fader | |
| Pity couldn’t stick around, heart shaped cookie | |
| Seek help, I got game like a rookie | |
| Prescription (brought to you by anti-anxiety nookie) | |
| Sick of these odds, get a new bookie | |
| Petty little banter keep it in the houses | |
| You in bitch, game blouses | |
| She keeps on calling me (3x) | |
| But I don’t really mind | |
| [Intermission] | |
| Last night I just slayed the cat | |
| At the middle of hot sex, where ya at | |
| She on top, humming impromptu like dip it low | |
| Tellin’ me she like it when I rap slow | |
| So that baby dog had like the finest | |
| And she kissed the dick, pure bliss | |
| And I mean that sincerely miss | |
| Lick the balls, smooth as eggs, spread the legs | |
| Insatiable like Peg Bundy | |
| Even got on her best pair of undies | |
| God bless the girl I hope she rule the world | |
| Like the greatest pussy make life unfurl | |
| Take her for a twirl quick lovesick | |
| Caught looking like a late night flick | |
| Tricks, bags, bitches, broads | |
| These lame dames who call us dogs | |
| Taste the puss like riff raff Heath Cliff | |
| Pepe le Pew if you on that stink shit | |
| Lazy Laz love to smoke grass | |
| Luxurious miss hate to French kiss | |
| Old maid, sweet but talk dirty | |
| Street walker, strut so purty | |
| In hind sight, I love them all | |
| Even the names that I can’t recall |
| A glutton for pain, try another diet | |
| A laugh riot for hip hop dramedy | |
| Ignore the credits the more you let come easy | |
| Commotion make a grown man queasy | |
| So ill all work and no play make | |
| Jack high as a kite, especially Sunday | |
| Cool gust, breezy afternoon | |
| Conspiracy' s about landin' on the moon | |
| I' m crunk, I' m Buzz Aldrin kid | |
| The blackout cut the power grid | |
| The black on, jokes he transmits like | |
| Your mother' s an astronaut and shit | |
| Slow wits, backstroke belligerent | |
| A hard worker, pound the beer with diligence | |
| A penny for thoughts, a rap caused ducats | |
| A calm commotion, a laid back ruckus | |
| Hit the playback, solve this puzzle | |
| You' re Pat Sajak I' ve got rebuttals | |
| Grand prize, whatever the heart fantasize | |
| Drop by you' ve got a fresh surprise | |
| Your beat so hot they sizzle when you mumble like | |
| I know I' m nice but keep it on the humble like | |
| So nice you had to say it thrice like | |
| Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, Calm Pete, psyche | |
| On to the rhythm you don' t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| It go on to the rhythm it don' t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| And a movie, and a moooovie | |
| Intermission | |
| Left the cinema dumbfounded | |
| Caught a ride with the late night despondent | |
| Look from then on, there she go hey you | |
| You lucky broad, cool cat calico | |
| Night vision and I ain' t talkin' goggles | |
| I' m talkin' foresight for tonight' s travels | |
| Pick a place, lemme handle mine | |
| She talkin' bout snacks, you stand in line | |
| Peanut butter marmalade sandwich gully | |
| Appetite keep you on the up and up buddy | |
| They say patience is a virtue | |
| Then virtue must mean I won' t fuck you | |
| I got jokes, must be the sugar rush | |
| Bittersweets, not on the syllabus | |
| Pop quiz, multiple choice bubble | |
| A help in the trouble, save you the trouble | |
| Impatient, overworked and sensitive | |
| How could cool calm dare need a sedative | |
| She on some shit to sell her rates slow | |
| Man fuck this, she wasn' t worth the convo | |
| Good things come to those who wait | |
| But these are New York minutes so lemme demonstrate | |
| Nice and smooth, hate to be a hater | |
| Peace see ya later, take me out with the fader | |
| Pity couldn' t stick around, heart shaped cookie | |
| Seek help, I got game like a rookie | |
| Prescription brought to you by antianxiety nookie | |
| Sick of these odds, get a new bookie | |
| Petty little banter keep it in the houses | |
| You in bitch, game blouses | |
| She keeps on calling me 3x | |
| But I don' t really mind | |
| Intermission | |
| Last night I just slayed the cat | |
| At the middle of hot sex, where ya at | |
| She on top, humming impromptu like dip it low | |
| Tellin' me she like it when I rap slow | |
| So that baby dog had like the finest | |
| And she kissed the dick, pure bliss | |
| And I mean that sincerely miss | |
| Lick the balls, smooth as eggs, spread the legs | |
| Insatiable like Peg Bundy | |
| Even got on her best pair of undies | |
| God bless the girl I hope she rule the world | |
| Like the greatest pussy make life unfurl | |
| Take her for a twirl quick lovesick | |
| Caught looking like a late night flick | |
| Tricks, bags, bitches, broads | |
| These lame dames who call us dogs | |
| Taste the puss like riff raff Heath Cliff | |
| Pepe le Pew if you on that stink shit | |
| Lazy Laz love to smoke grass | |
| Luxurious miss hate to French kiss | |
| Old maid, sweet but talk dirty | |
| Street walker, strut so purty | |
| In hind sight, I love them all | |
| Even the names that I can' t recall |
| A glutton for pain, try another diet | |
| A laugh riot for hip hop dramedy | |
| Ignore the credits the more you let come easy | |
| Commotion make a grown man queasy | |
| So ill all work and no play make | |
| Jack high as a kite, especially Sunday | |
| Cool gust, breezy afternoon | |
| Conspiracy' s about landin' on the moon | |
| I' m crunk, I' m Buzz Aldrin kid | |
| The blackout cut the power grid | |
| The black on, jokes he transmits like | |
| Your mother' s an astronaut and shit | |
| Slow wits, backstroke belligerent | |
| A hard worker, pound the beer with diligence | |
| A penny for thoughts, a rap caused ducats | |
| A calm commotion, a laid back ruckus | |
| Hit the playback, solve this puzzle | |
| You' re Pat Sajak I' ve got rebuttals | |
| Grand prize, whatever the heart fantasize | |
| Drop by you' ve got a fresh surprise | |
| Your beat so hot they sizzle when you mumble like | |
| I know I' m nice but keep it on the humble like | |
| So nice you had to say it thrice like | |
| Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, Calm Pete, psyche | |
| On to the rhythm you don' t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| It go on to the rhythm it don' t stop the ladies say | |
| Get it, get it, get that money | |
| You work hard to make them ends meet | |
| You better take her out to a Dinner and a Movie | |
| And a movie, and a moooovie | |
| Intermission | |
| Left the cinema dumbfounded | |
| Caught a ride with the late night despondent | |
| Look from then on, there she go hey you | |
| You lucky broad, cool cat calico | |
| Night vision and I ain' t talkin' goggles | |
| I' m talkin' foresight for tonight' s travels | |
| Pick a place, lemme handle mine | |
| She talkin' bout snacks, you stand in line | |
| Peanut butter marmalade sandwich gully | |
| Appetite keep you on the up and up buddy | |
| They say patience is a virtue | |
| Then virtue must mean I won' t fuck you | |
| I got jokes, must be the sugar rush | |
| Bittersweets, not on the syllabus | |
| Pop quiz, multiple choice bubble | |
| A help in the trouble, save you the trouble | |
| Impatient, overworked and sensitive | |
| How could cool calm dare need a sedative | |
| She on some shit to sell her rates slow | |
| Man fuck this, she wasn' t worth the convo | |
| Good things come to those who wait | |
| But these are New York minutes so lemme demonstrate | |
| Nice and smooth, hate to be a hater | |
| Peace see ya later, take me out with the fader | |
| Pity couldn' t stick around, heart shaped cookie | |
| Seek help, I got game like a rookie | |
| Prescription brought to you by antianxiety nookie | |
| Sick of these odds, get a new bookie | |
| Petty little banter keep it in the houses | |
| You in bitch, game blouses | |
| She keeps on calling me 3x | |
| But I don' t really mind | |
| Intermission | |
| Last night I just slayed the cat | |
| At the middle of hot sex, where ya at | |
| She on top, humming impromptu like dip it low | |
| Tellin' me she like it when I rap slow | |
| So that baby dog had like the finest | |
| And she kissed the dick, pure bliss | |
| And I mean that sincerely miss | |
| Lick the balls, smooth as eggs, spread the legs | |
| Insatiable like Peg Bundy | |
| Even got on her best pair of undies | |
| God bless the girl I hope she rule the world | |
| Like the greatest pussy make life unfurl | |
| Take her for a twirl quick lovesick | |
| Caught looking like a late night flick | |
| Tricks, bags, bitches, broads | |
| These lame dames who call us dogs | |
| Taste the puss like riff raff Heath Cliff | |
| Pepe le Pew if you on that stink shit | |
| Lazy Laz love to smoke grass | |
| Luxurious miss hate to French kiss | |
| Old maid, sweet but talk dirty | |
| Street walker, strut so purty | |
| In hind sight, I love them all | |
| Even the names that I can' t recall |
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