Lyrics:
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
probably couldn't get a ho any day
'Round my way can't get murder planned
Ain't no hoop, play dirty, man
Put some through your jersey, man
If your
I don't know what you've been told
About these fours that you control
Now everybody know the brother's calm
And I cover the arm (yeah), smother
, you probably couldn't get a
O of every day
'Round my way, cats get murder planned
Ain't no rules, play dirty, man
Put somethin' through your jersey, man
you do, daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd
What would you do, daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd
What would you do, daddy?
Smother my
my son, do not relate your vision to your brothers,
For fear that they plot against you
Indeed, Satan is to man an open enemy
Thus will your Lord
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
a man, shoulda told you first
But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from
a man, shoulda told you first
But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from
brothers
Remember when my dreams yeah
Yeah you tried to smother
4k on your ass and you didn't do nothing
But I kept it one hunnid kept on running like I'm
and he always hears me talking
But I never mind so long as he can help me with my homework.
Maybe we’re all just x’s and y’s, derived by experience
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
to the verb the urge to discover
A lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin' other than take the record out the cover
You get the song
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah!
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah!
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
asking question's a crime
But forget it, 'cause one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The American
digging into my library
Oh my gosh Oh my gosh
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh Uh Uh All over the track man
Uh Pardon me, uh As I come back
the other, one man out to smother
The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother
Fuck you under covers and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood, that
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
digging into my library
Oh my gosh Oh my gosh
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh Uh Uh All over the track man
Uh Pardon me, uh As I come back
When digging into my library
Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh, uh, uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh,
And we definitely representin' for the masses
So my man Pharoahe Monch gon' step to mic
Let you know what time it is
We gon-na do it like this, check it
gets nothin here
The way you see me knock out the next brother
You'd think my moms had a talk with LL's mother, huh
Aiy-yi-yi-yah, momma Mia
Man
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