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Little Girls (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I will never love you
Do what you will.
I will never lick you
The way i do so well.
You now weaken your voice
"ah, hey".

I will never talk to you
Do what you will.
You will never make me smile
The way you did so well.
You now meet with your boys
"ah, hey".

Most of all i will never cry.
My thoughts will never turn to you.
I’ll walk through this world making little girls happy.
But not you, no not you.

Do what you will.
Do what you will.
Do what you will.
Do what you will.
You will do what you will.
You will do what you will.
Do what you will.
Do what you will.

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Little Girls (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s not fair what
They put me through
Please tell me what
Am I supposed to do
Why do I get myself
In this situation
There must be some
Logical answers why
I rob the cradle
Can this be love
Or just infactuation
LITTLE GIRL
Come out and play
I got some candy
For my baby
It’s your sweet
Sixteenth birthday
Celebration

Thank heaven for
LITTLE GIRLS
Who grow up in a
Most peculiar way

You might think she’s
Too young for me
(Little Girls)
You know I always say
You’re as young
As you feel (As you feel)
Yeah, I might be crazy
‘Cause I like them so young
(Little Girls)
But with little girls
The best is yet to come
Come (Yet to come)

Some they say
I’m too old for her
Old enough
To be her father
Incestual blood is
Thicker than water
Do what’s right
Not morally wrong
Flesh and blood
Can only be so strong
And it’s my God
Not yours
I’ll have to answer

Little Girls (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

i love little girls they make me feel so good
I love little girls they make me feel so bad
When they’re around they make me feel
Like i’m the only guy in town
I love little girls they make me feel so good

They don’t care if i’m a one way mirror
They’re not frightened by my cold exterior

They don’t ask me questions
They don’t want to scold me
They don’t look for answers
They just want to hold me
Isn’t this fun
Isn’t this what life’s all about
Isn’t this a dream come true
Isn’t this a nightmare too

(repeat first verse)

They don’t care about my inclinations
They’re not frightened by my revelations

Uh oh take a second take
Uh oh it’s a mistake
Uh oh i’m in trouble
Uh oh the little girl was just to little
Too little, too little, too little
Isn’t this what life’s all about
Isn’t this a dream come true
Isn’t this a nightmare too . . .

And i don’t care what people say
And i don’t care what people think
And i don’t care how we look walking down the street

(repeat chorus)

(repeat first verse)

Little Girls (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

i love little girls they make me feel so good
I love little girls they make me feel so bad
When they’re around they make me feel
Like i’m the only guy in town
I love little girls they make me feel so good

They don’t care if i’m a one way mirror
They’re not frightened by my cold exterior

They don’t ask me questions
They don’t want to scold me
They don’t look for answers
They just want to hold me
Isn’t this fun
Isn’t this what life’s all about
Isn’t this a dream come true
Isn’t this a nightmare too

(repeat first verse)

They don’t care about my inclinations
They’re not frightened by my revelations

Uh oh take a second take
Uh oh it’s a mistake
Uh oh i’m in trouble
Uh oh the little girl was just to little
Too little, too little, too little
Isn’t this what life’s all about
Isn’t this a dream come true
Isn’t this a nightmare too . . .

And i don’t care what people say
And i don’t care what people think
And i don’t care how we look walking down the street

(repeat chorus)

(repeat first verse)

Little Girls (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Little girls of the world, you’re all so sprung
15, 16 and all so young
I thought about you just last night
Grabbed my pen then i started to write
A rap that’ll cap like a true blue rap
Not a washed-up almost mc sap
Little girls so fresh and i know you are
Wanna take a little ride in my new car
I see you more than baby, it’s more like hell
You screw a little girl and end up in jail
Even though she seems she’s 19
You’re looking at her body an it’s breaking the jeans
Well you know she’s not, so don’t play dumb
Little girls walking round trying to give me some
But i tell ‘em like this, i’m the player $hort
Playing freaks like you is just a sport
I’m coming way too real and i can never be funny
Niggas like me just want your money
Give it up, cause i’m no lost cause
Little girl recognize too $hort’s the boss
When they turn 16, we all find out
What little girls like that are all about
So you girls out there, that fit my rhyme
You’d better think twice before you jump on mine
Little girl’s so thick, you might think she’s grown
But if you knew when she was born, you might leave her alone
She’s trouble homeboy, with a big fat "t"
Little girls like that make old men pee
Then a brother like me might break my neck
Looking back saying "ooooh!" bout to get in a wreck
Cause she’s always flirting, might give me a look
Like i put her in the oven and she started to cook
But when i put her on the spot, she could not hang
With my so rough, so tough playboy game
I only said two words, something like "get busy"
Her head started hurting and she got real dizzy
Growing up to fast, all you little girls
Letting brothers like me cold crush your world
Should’ve listen to your momma when she told you so
But you wnet and got g’d now you want some more
They ain’t paying me money, talking bout love
And the other girl’s who i’m thinking of
Can you understand, i’m just a man
I want to come in this world and cold take the man
So just step on back, while i walk on by
I might look you down, and i might say "hi"
And if you come up choosing, i just might laugh
Say "little girl check me out in about two and a half…years"

I took a little girl to a drive in show
Jumped in the back and heard "no no no"
She was only 16 but the girl was ripe
36-24 and a 35
I was wasting time spitting lines
Thinking bout going home cold getting mine
Baby said "stop it" i said "drop it"
I tried everything but i could not cop it
I was going to a store about a month ago
Met another girl that just loved my show
We talked for a while and it was all about
Having big fun later on at her house
She said her pops was gone but her mother was there
And everything was cool cause she don’t care
So i gave her a ride, kissed her goodbye
I said i’d be back and we all know why
Went to find my thrill up on that hill
I was coming right back with the power drill
I had fun for a while but it wasn’t enough
When it all got good, her pops showed up
He must have walked in the room and said "young punk"
Cause when he walked in the room, he smelled the funk
Then he tried to mash, but i don’t play
Cause i was out of that window and on my way
Little girl

Every night you call and say "come by"
You tell me things changed and i know you lie
I came by last week, you said drive on up
And your pops came out talking all that stuff
Next night we made a date for 9 o’clock
And i always wondered why you walked the block
I saw you waiting on the corner when i made the turn
I didn’t really think about it cause i wasn’t concerned
I said, "you look so good, but you always do"
I was rushing to the house for the old 1 2’s
But the ones ain’t cool, and the twos don’t work
Every time i tried, you kept saying it hurts
And then it all came out under all your tears
It seems you only been alive for 15 years
You could have fooled me baby with your lying scheme
Said you worked in the mall and just turned 18
When it came down to it, i couldn’t go through it
It’s all so sad cause you wanted to do it
Little girl, you want to have some fun
You’d better wait a few years cause you’re much too young
Stop playing games, you might find a guy
Who will like you for yourself, not for all your lies
So i put it like this, and i don’t play
If i see your young ass, i’m not going your way
You little girl

Little Girls (Letra)

Arab Strap

Arab Strap

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Yo keith man
I just turned off the tv man
Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man
We gotta do somethin man, yo
Do it

{little girls.. think they’re hardcore..} (4x)

[kool keith]
You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases
Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
Videos exaggerate things you never make
Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake
The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour
Cold scared you in a motel, you can’t come out
After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
Lookin hard and mean, you ain’t pullin triggers
Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard?
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war
You ain’t in the army kid..

{little girls.. think they’re hardcore..} (3x)

[kool keith]
Now your show’s packed up, you’re gassed up
I’m there you’re scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird
You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door
Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more
Posses wait in texas, detroit for the bumrush
You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts
Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
You took new york, down south them folks, wasn’t havin that
Three kids from d.c. pulled out, what you laughin at?
You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
Freestyle the same style last week
You was bitin off that kid bo peep
With no panties on, your rectum got torn
Rearranged, i caught you after the show
Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
Tryin to sell pictures of your lover
With you, molestin your little brother
I smacked you and stole your pistols

{little girls.. think they’re hardcore..} (4x)

[kool keith]
Tommy, didn’t i raise you to go to catholic school?
But mom, i gotta keep this up, this is all a front
This is just gimmicks to sell my records
The people don’t have to know
I mean really, that’s just me, even though we’re soft
Me and my friends all of us
We just make money, that’s all, it’s a gimmick