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bell-bottoms, and tri-colored shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
On July 4th in bed-stuy
Where money don't grown on trees and there's
of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money
rap, 18th Letter did that
From 4th & Broadway to Uni to MCA
We followed the leader to Harlem's Apollo Theatre

Supreme rapped and the 50 that don't
friendly
On the 4th of July stick a needle in my eye
I said "I didn't do nothin'" & "what's this all about?"
He said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his
face high rise
It didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile

But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.
Sound man wanted to kill us then
He was
of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money
defeat 

God God God 
Must be something I forgot 
God God God 
Down on Bullshit Avenue 
God God God 
If we can only stop the rot 
God God God
Burned out in the lawn in Tuscon, Arizona
With the scavengers on 4th Avenue
Feeling old, boredom of the second hand stores
Hoping maybe I could
shooting)
We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses

I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving the block
On 4th Ave 'cause I
killed my baby's father!]

Order in the court!

I'm sorry for the outburst your honor 
I have an original copy of the police report 
January the 4th
a year ago and every day's the 4th of July

With the sparks in the sky aimin' at the gods as we get high
What's your pleasure?
Sippin' on the booze
to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does
ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
And Clayborn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm
the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I
arms
Oh God I wish I was home tonight

Send me a naked picture by the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter, You know I won't tell
Keep Your legs
bunch of guys
But I think they're all gay
What am I doing
Avoiding what I'm trying to say

Oh God I wish I was home tonight
With you in my arms
Oh God I
home

People pass by, they don't see me here
And if they do they wish I would disappear
I guess they know way down deep in their bones
It could be
trained like a monkey
The bell rings and I start to jones like a junkie
What turns me on? I wish I knew
Wish I could tell the real thing
My honest desire
Here I am at home again
This rainy avenue
Put me in my proper place
I'm not the one for you
But you're here now
Can you come in
It's freezing
Four nights alone in Amsterdam and I missed you every one
I wish this trip was over and it?s only just begun
I don't know when I?ll see you again
I
Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fucking phones
Be quiet
Touchdown
And get ya
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
of matter
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
The brain cells, I have ate

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