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    "Cloreen Bacon Skin" Lyrics


    track 8 on disc 2
    Crystal Ball [1998]
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    Yeah, one of 'em.
    Yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers

    Nigger. what U lookin' 4 nigger?
    Oh hold it, stop
    Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on
    U. U.

    This song is called.
    This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
    It's dedicated 2 my first wife
    Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen
    She's just fat, hit me

    2 nasty
    I said now big dumb U
    U. Bacon Skin
    Just fat, but U know where it's at
    I wish U was thin
    Cloreen Bacon Skin

    Brotch, U can't fuck with that, look out
    And the band said
    And look out, said
    Wait a minute, I said
    Bacon Skin, hit me
    Don't touch noth. don't U touch snare or cymbal
    U just tap, good God

    I wanna sing 2 this girl
    I said baby, wait a minute
    When we're all alone
    We try 2 make love
    Somebody call U on the phone
    I don't know what his name is
    But I know, I know this is life
    But that, that's real, baby, U my wife
    Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute

    Oh good God, I said
    Wait a minute
    Oh, then the band said
    Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said
    Once more on the 1, come on
    And the band said
    That's alright, that's alright
    U old motherfucker, U a senior citizen, look out
    U can't fuck with me
    I'll drive U 2 the ground
    OK Jerome, open the high hat, here we go

    Rumbling, rumbling, yes
    Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on
    Yeah, come on, said splash
    Good God
    Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin
    Everybody say
    U can't fuck with that
    Eruption in your face
    I'm 2 sexy, I'm 2 sexy, sexy one in the place, good God
    I'm sexy, lovesexy right down 2 my feet, good Lord
    And I'm sexy, good God, with the bacon meat
    Pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say

    I can smell that shit
    That's nasty, 2 nasty
    Y'all let me go, look out
    Good God, nasty bass
    Good mutha, eruption in your face
    Good God, look out said

    Cloreen, I got somethin' 4 ya
    What's the matter, don't U like me?
    Am I 2 old?
    Splash, oh shit!
    Oh shit

    I can't stand it, I can't stand it
    Now when I look in the mirror
    And I see this ugly face, good God
    I just wanna run, I wanna run over 2 your place, yes
    I wanna see, good God, someone that's uglier than um, um.
    I said, I said uglier than me
    Uglier than me
    Cloreen Bacon Skin

    Nice and breezy, look out now
    I said fellas, what's the word? {x2}
    Look out
    Bacon Skin, come on, splash
    What U go'n do with that?
    Everybody, everybody come on, dance
    Everybody come on, dance
    We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this
    Just me and Bacon Skin
    Alright, that Cloreen's brother 4 my drummer, look out
    Oh shit, my hat done fell off
    Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot
    Good God, I don't care
    I got Bacon Skin
    Bacon Skin on my plate, good God
    I want 2 love ya
    Cloreen, why U wanna make me wait?
    I wanna get sexy, I said
    Oh Lord, I said
    I wanna get sexy
    Cloreen, come on, get down
    Come on, splash

    Come on, good God
    Cloreen's brother Alfred
    Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me son, come on
    Alfred, good.
    Come on, Alfred, talk 2 me now
    I wanna. I got 2 hear U say, say Alfred
    I can't hear ya, come on, talk 2 me now
    Alfred, come on, talk 2 me now
    Come on, Bacon Skin
    Alfred, do U hear me talkin' 2 ya?
    Alfred, don't, don't ignore me
    Say nigger, say
    Talk 2 me, come on, come on, talk
    What cha need, what cha need?
    U wanna, U wanna open your hat?
    U wanna open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down
    Come on
    The volcano erupt in your face, good God
    Oh Lord, old nasty
    Alfred, talk 2 me Alfred, come on
    Oh Lord, I can't stand it
    Talk 2 me Alfred, come on
    There U go, come on, Lord
    Everybody else come on and dance, good God
    Come on, everybody dance
    Alfred, come on and dance
    I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance
    Oh Lord
    Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God
    Good God, oh shit
    Old motherfucker say, I wanna say
    We gonna take it home, yes we is
    Rumbling, look out
    U can't fuck with that shit, yes
    Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance
    Shit, oh Lord
    Look out, I'm outta phase, I can't stand it
    I said uh
    I wanna see some of the Bacon Skin
    Cloreen, Cloreen
    U can't fuck with that, talk 2 me Alfred, come on
    And the drummer say
    Oh shit, Alfred
    Well, where the hand claps at?
    Good God, Alfred
    We done burn the house down
    Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on
    Say Alfred!

    We done burn the house down, we got 2 go
    We done burn it down, we got 2 go
    What cha can U say after that?
    Sexy, come on, come on
    Everybody get sexy

    Cloreen, I wanna talk 2 ya
    Cloreen, oh Lord
    Cloreen, U're the ugliest woman that I've ever seen
    I'm not jivin'
    Baby, there's one thing the Lord loves and that's the truth
    And baby, U one ugly motherfucker
    I'm not lyin' 2 ya
    U know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?
    Well, why the hell can't U take a bath?
    Cloreen Bacon Skin

    Nice and breezy
    We don't need no instruments
    2 funky in here
    Get sexy
    Everybody get sexy
    Yes, old nasty
    This funk ain't goin' no place
    Cuz it's old, it's old and sexy
    Cloreen Bacon Skin

    Pound on the floor tom one time, come on
    We go'n. wanna go 2 the jungle one time
    We gonna go 2 the jungle, good God
    Go 2 the jungle one time, good God, said
    And the band say one time
    Good God, band said
    Blisters, I got some blisters, good God
    All my brothers and sisters, good God
    Bacon Skin, good God
    Everybody come on

    Bacon Skin
    Alfred, we got 2 get the hell outta here
    Oh Lord
    Let's go over, yo, let's, let's.
    Is this where U live Alfred?
    Is this where U live?
    Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty
    This is nasty Alfred
    Mmm, I like it, I like it
    We, we can't stay here, we got 2 go
    We got 2 go Alfred
    Oh shit, 2 funky
    We got 2 go Alfred
    U got any old James Brown records? Huh?
    Good God, everybody, Lord

    Come on Alfred, pack your shit
    We got 2 get the hell outta here
    Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on
    Yes, oh shit
    Put on your hat, good God
    Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred, come on, get your coat
    That's a nice coat Alfred
    How much U pay 4 that?
    That much, huh?
    Yeah, I like it
    U're glad I like it, huh?
    Oh shit
    I said oh Lord
    Put on your boots Alfred, let's go
    This song was submitted on January 9th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Prince Rogers Nelson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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