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June 23, 2017

Slow jams... of DOOM!
06.22.2003 2:25 PM


I'd like to take some time to do something a little different today. First, I'd like to get this week's State Og out of the way by mentioning that I wrote Mud People... You Know, For Kids!, and it's the single greatest thing you've even been lucky enough to view.

That out of the way, I thought I'd post some lyrics to Ginuwine's latest hot ghetto jam, In Those Jeans, a touching tribute to tight booty and also I think the wonderful nature of chipmunks.

Got on my Ride
Seen you from a far
and i couldnt stop myself from lookin hard (starin)
You wore these jeans
Girl you wore these jeans
And you made a thug wanna cry something terrible
I had to have
Have you for myself Baby
You don't know what those jeans do to me
Make me wanna get down on one knee
You've got that thunder
And it only makes me wonder
How it feels to get up in those jeans


Those Jeans
Lookin Good Plenty Tight
Is there Room? any more room for me (anymore room)
In those Jeans
Really Thick Like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me (anymore room)
In Those Jeans
Lookin Tasty Really Scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In Those Jeans (Is there anymore)
Lookin Good Plenty Tight
Is there room any more room for me (Is there anymore)

That's so amazing... that song makes a thug wanna cry something terrible. *sniff*