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The Perps are:
B~ill: William Resh
Deep Rooted: Steven Rubin
lyrics
Little Red Riding In The Hood
That's the one right there, right off the bus/
Nebraska-type eyes, break it down... easy to trust/
Blue jeans, raggy blouse, hair in a tussle/
Skinny too, hasn't showered... perfect for the hustle
Hey there, Sugar, where you going to?/
Soft little hands, no one to hold onto?/
Pouty pink lips and perky little tits/
Make a man feel sick to see you like this/
You don't need to tell me who it is you run from/
You don't need to do anything, I'll give you my love/
Need a place to cry, sleep, and eat soup?/
Put you in some nice clothes, show you what city girls do/
You can have my money, see my car, get inside/
Yeah that's real leather, baby, genuine rawhide/
Now put the seat back, relax it's all good/
You don't know, but you're in a very bad neighborhood/
There's no telling what these wolves would do with fresh meat/
But, don't worry, I'll protect you and keep you safe on these streets/
So, what, you fourteen, fresh off a volleyball team?/
You had big city dreams to bust out of those blue jeans?/
We'll form a new team, you and me, that's the scene/
Make some cream, take it easy, live life in smokescreens/
Nahmean, little woman? Open up that glove box/
See that pipe, see that lighter, see those little gold rocks?/
Let me hold that for you, keep the lighter going blue/
Breathe in, hold it in, see? It's better than glue/
Oh, don't it feel good? Make you sexy and smooth/
Let me unbutton that blouse, baby, we're in the right mood...
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The Perps,
released January 1, 2013
Produced by Deep Rooted
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