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Shame Shame Shame Shame (Mark Collie) · Shame, Shame, Shame [CD] (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Smiley Lewis) · Bon Cop Bad Cop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Shame, Shame (Dr. Dog) · Shame, Shame (Dr. Dog) · Shame Shame (Magic Lanterns) · Shame Shame [Deluxe Edition] (Dr. Dog) · Car & Driver: Greatest Car Songs and Other Lost Treasures of the Road (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


the living room

Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I
the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen

Off a beat like this
I keep a night stick
In
you once told me

[Chorus: x4]
It's time to get right
Flamboyant status
Smack a cop
N'ia what?

Upon him up, autopsy, look at the body from
[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]

[Keith Korg]
Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines
DC-10 with engine built to my back
Playin' their little crappy love songs by the fire
I learned solos by ear
And never on a Squire
We avoid those
Cop the black Strat with a Floyd Rose
Took four five shots when they rushed in your crib
?? Crack ya ribs, cops shot ya whip,
You been chased by the pigs on a four year bid
Crashed cars
rushed in the crib

Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out
it Jim" or
"Get a nigger over so I blame it on him"
Nigga's getttin' like the oldies
Played the fuck out, we only known for stealin' cars
the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get
your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to smoke shit a lot, if there's a guy by me say something
If you love
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

[Chorus]

[Repeat x2]
Livin' the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who
one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

[Chorus]

[Repeat x2]
Livin' the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who
rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
Yo, everybody want to shine
For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds
Everybody want to shine
For
ghetto starts and mob cars
With bullet holes in it, niggaz shot up and scarred

But still living, driven by the game itself
To stay alive in these cold
one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

[Chorus]

[Repeat x2]
Livin' the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who