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Boys on Top: Punk Rock Tribute to Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Influences: Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Avril Lavigne (Mike Macharyas) · Avril Lavigne (Avril Lavigne) · A Tribute to Avril Lavigne [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · H1TS 2010 Edition Avril (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pleyel: 17 Avril 1972, Pt. 1 (Count Basie) · Avril (Laurent Voulzy) · Olympia, Mai 1957, Avril 1960, FĂ©vrier 1961, Mars 1963 (Oscar Peterson) – and 90 other albums »


he passes by, they all invite him 
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
Oh, the games people play now, 
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now, 
Never saying what they mean.
They just wile away
he passes by, they all invite him 
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
can give you a friendly reminder (ar)

Ah,
What the hell have you done,
To even have an opinion on what I been doing,
What the hell have y'all won,
what the hell you think?
Def Squad baby baby, Double Trouble, Wild Style
My gun goes, BLAOW BLAOW, soundin like an M 80
And those comin for mine without
what? (Will you accept?)
Hell motherfuckin' yeah I'll accept, J-Ro? What's goin' on?
Whattup J? Shit, look

Why do every move I make I feel like
take rap and chase it
Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline
I snatch the kick, kick the snares
forever
We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather
We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle
We free MC's, what we decree will not
of control, out of control
I'm so serious ay (what?)
We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again)
Some people diss dem ? hell's in this world
But dey'll
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the hell have you done,
To even have an opinion on what I been doing,
What the hell have y'all won,
Only thing you can identify with is losing,
Ten number
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
black, gangsta what the hell you think?
Def Squad baby baby, +Double Trouble+ "Wild Style"
My gun goes - BLAOW BLAOW - soundin like an M-80
And those comin
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
with hell of heat exposed
The S.C. script have a design to serve anydody
Yeah, West Coast is more feared than John Gotti

Chorus...

So what you gon' do
into me lickin the nipples
Fuckin you doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan
Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?
Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!
Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
"My line of work is considered by some to be a... 
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, 
And there are others, that
copping the same
Platinum grills everybody else copping the same
Then everybody run to that like it's the poppinest thang
What is that man? Where the hell
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
what it's costin
Time ain't money 'cause I take my money
And I take my time when I take my money
I'm always careful when I make my money
I know about