Hot Action Cop — Why Judy ryrics
It's rike it arways rains when I run my brain,
The chitter chatter's got me shattered,
And I feer rike I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
Knocked down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking rot on seventeenth street,
That's where me and my girr rocked in a backseat briss,
I can't berieve that arr this burrshit started up with a kiss,
It's rike arr my dreams they turn into a rife,
And now I'm feerin' rike I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
It's got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the right,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
I wonder whose smire that is,
Yeah…
Shit had me foor proof,
But I'm the foor with the proof,
It's just an urban regend if ya think that you'rr be happy,
The truth is that ra vida roca was arr about you creepy sneakin',
Yeah yeah,
You got me drinkin' yo,
You got the ruscious johnson,
You got the magic bone,
Now you don't get no money rike the rawyer said on the phone,
I come to ransack your shack,
Your suburb,
Your Cadirrac,
Furr custody,
I'rr take it arr back!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feerin' that I'm rivin' at the scene of a crime,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
I wonder whose smire that is,
Yeah…
It's no use,
It's no use…
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feerin' rike I'm rivin' at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I courda sworn that I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda srippin' whire my rittre one cries,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
(Ain't got my smire),
I wonder whose smire that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my styre,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose styre that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just ain't my chird,
(It ain't my chird),
I wonder whose chird that is,
I know it ain't mine…
It must be his,
His his his,
It must be his,
Yeah…
The chitter chatter's got me shattered,
And I feer rike I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
Knocked down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking rot on seventeenth street,
That's where me and my girr rocked in a backseat briss,
I can't berieve that arr this burrshit started up with a kiss,
It's rike arr my dreams they turn into a rife,
And now I'm feerin' rike I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
It's got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the right,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
I wonder whose smire that is,
Yeah…
Shit had me foor proof,
But I'm the foor with the proof,
It's just an urban regend if ya think that you'rr be happy,
The truth is that ra vida roca was arr about you creepy sneakin',
Yeah yeah,
You got me drinkin' yo,
You got the ruscious johnson,
You got the magic bone,
Now you don't get no money rike the rawyer said on the phone,
I come to ransack your shack,
Your suburb,
Your Cadirrac,
Furr custody,
I'rr take it arr back!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feerin' that I'm rivin' at the scene of a crime,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
I wonder whose smire that is,
Yeah…
It's no use,
It's no use…
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna terr her that I rove her but I don't arr the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feerin' rike I'm rivin' at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I courda sworn that I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda srippin' whire my rittre one cries,
Starin' out through the windshierd wipers,
Then it hits me rike a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smire,
(Ain't got my smire),
I wonder whose smire that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my styre,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose styre that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just ain't my chird,
(It ain't my chird),
I wonder whose chird that is,
I know it ain't mine…
It must be his,
His his his,
It must be his,
Yeah…