Lyrics:
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
""Excuse im for laughing,"" said Mother,
""But really, things appen so strange -
Our Albert's been et by a lion
You've got to pay us for a change!""
Said
yo, it's do or die
In this business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with
Dangerous
I'm making up word on the page man, fuck
But I love your bitch, tell her I said hello
Hold up, a n**** taught you better, you upset but
Madre told
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
get you by yourself and blow your mind
And if there’s any thing else baby I don’t mind
Change positions leave you cumming baby it’s repetitious
Leave
song tonight
say I be boy she like
be like say man don high
hmmm hmm
weedy on my vibe no time
girly o, whine your spine
singing my song tonight
say I be
cumming off that dick
Pussy so sick he needs vicks
Yea I am the shit
He knows that Imma lay down the clit
Your man put a stack in this rack
And for that
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
on Disney channel
Drinking vino by the barrel
Popping 3’s like a Tyler Herro
305 is yours Nolimitherro
No limit geared up
No actin cap, no Rob De Niro
Speak
and more sex for breakfast
Your name in text on the guest list for the days you want a quick exit
Let's get high baby, get to the gig
We get by by letting
When people typically think of an artist
What usually comes to mind
Is someone who uses their imagination
To capture and convey reality as it is seen
did this in Albert
Hall, and what a thrill it was
Ah, to do this then, and
Now … exactly the way I did it then
He's a, ooh, real nowhere man
Living in
and shake
He gave me a look that was very icy blue
And believe me, he made me thaw out!
I said to myself, "Albert, don't lose your cool"
By that time
of nothin but skirts
Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers
Bitin them girls like your
Name was Marv Albert
Baby love no fighting, come to back biting
You
the real you
So please y'all, take some sound advice
Be yourself, clear your mind, make a sacrifice
The always sober you is especialy nice
Don't loot, don't
your brain into it
Take your time and educate your mind
In the long run I'm sure you'll find
That if you walk the walk you can talk the talk
But
clocked her
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your
Paul Carman (alto saxophone, soprano saxophone, baritone saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone, bass saxophone,
the real you
So please y'all, take some sound advice
Be yourself, clear your mind, make a sacrifice
The always sober you is especialy nice
Don't loot, don't
please y'all, take some sound advice
Be yourself, clear your mind
Make a sacrifice
The always sober you is especialy nice
Don't loot, don't shout, give
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