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S O S Band The Just Be Good To Me

to have all of nothing {Ooh...ooh...ooh...} But just be good to me In the mornin' Just be good to me In the afternoon or evenin', oh, yeah Just be good to me

OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF L-O-O-O-OVE!... You're out

, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right

At five o'clock she knows I'll soon be home And she don't worry 'bout me runnin' round 'Cause all of my good times are waitin' right there for me And

R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The ones that's hip won't change the dial and I remember

doin it But stop riffin, because you just might ruin it For me, for you, for you and for me Two wrongs never make a right let's keep good company You

down the Boulevard Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me

bring me some churches chicken with jalepenos and ???? sugafree i betta boss up BABY BASH look look....you dont know me, till u blow me....nigga sugafree

like your super-sonic Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic So if you see the crowd movin' Nigga don't get scared, it's just us payers, come on Just