With Legs Like That (Maria) - Zebrahead

Open up your bible Turn to page six-hundred-sixty-six If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch Open up your bible Turn to page six-hundred-sixty-six If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch Tell me something Tell me anything, just say my Name is stumbling Words are caught, like flies and leapers I know something My best friend's name is The Reaper Take it from him All he says, he always lingers Better off, I'm dead now, get it off my chest, now Every step I take, another way to lay to rest, how Bitter of me lately, I just wish he'd take me Summer's always awful, winter is the one that breaks me Down, down, down, down (And I know I will stay) Down, down, down, down (And I know I will break) Save me from myself I just wanna go, I just wanna leave, take me I've created hell I just wanna go, I just wanna breathe, break me Open up your bible Turn to page six-hundred-sixty-six If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch Open up your bible Turn to page six-hundred-sixty-six If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch I'll call up the devil, bitch If you got a fuckin' problem I'll call up the devil, bitch

Are we, are we, are we playing games? Never, ever, ever, ever thought that we were more than friends Baby, are we more than friends? And now we always, always, always fool around Never really, really, really wanted to get complicated The feeling starts changing Say, say, say you want me 'Cause wait is gonna make me crazy If this goes down, don't blame me Na-na, don't blame me Say, say, say the right things And maybe I can stop pretending Na-na-na, don't blame me 'Cause if you love me like that If you touch me like that Move my body like that, oh (hey) I'ma love you, love you, love you, love right back If you touch me like that Make a good girl go bad, mmh I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you Why, why, why, why, why Are you making me believe That there's more than you and me? Why, why, why, why, why Is it getting hard to breathe When you're getting close to me? 'Cause if you love me like that If you touch me like that Move my body like that, oh (hey) I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back If you touch me like that Make a good girl go bad, mmh I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back (right back) Right back (right back) Right back, mmh I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back (right back) Right back (right back) Right back, mmh I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you Say, say, say you want me (oh) 'Cause wait is gonna make me crazy If this goes down, don't blame me Na-na, don't blame me Say, say, say, the right things And maybe I can stop pretending Na-na-na, don't blame me 'Cause if you love me like that If you touch me like that (oh, whoa) Move my body like that, oh (like that, yeah) I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you (baby) Right back (like that) If you touch me like that (like that) Make a good girl go bad, mmh (like that) I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back (right back) Right back (right back) Right back, mmh I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back Like that, right back Like that, right back, like that I'ma love you, love you, love you, love you right back

They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that They want banana clipping, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out Music do that shit so good cause that's the shit I know 'bout Money over everybody, trapping when its cold out Give me mine grind then go shine til I'm sold out Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I'll spray whoever in a nigga way Os of the haze only thing a nigga blaze Gang bangers and J's in projects where a nigga stay In my baby mama Section-8 apartment Okay now everybody know me bitch I'm hot If you want it, ho I got it, you can fuck with me or not Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now If you trapping I'll be out soon as I handle my B.I I'm trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I'd be T.I Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly That's the shit them young niggas out there wanna hear about They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Gangster walking, see me approach with caution Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it Fuck them niggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana Still the man in my trap Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap Only thing I got now is the 9 in my lap Better double, triple it whip it get it to selling Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling Magician with it Magellan, already a felon Ain't even fired up the dro and they already can smell it Wee hours of the morn I'mma hustle till it's all gone Nigga better recognize my grind Bank roll over all never mind my shine If you banging let me see your gang sign one time They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Nigga know I spent my whole life in that shit And still riding with me cause they like that shit Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Spit it how I used to live it I ain't writing that shit Like I'm right in that shit, that's why they like that shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that