Lyrics:
on the dash
Catch me riding down 405
In a foreign car with a foreign girl by my side
Used to rock the open mic but now we on the radio
I been tried to tell
I'm dropping punks like dominoes
Even your pops will say (fresh wes is phenomenal)
See, I even got your dad on the rhythmn
As I kick flavs on the mic
at all
I won't stand and I won't crawl and I won't even fall
Silence is a radio that you can call your own
Be massaged by people who collect outside your
here
Will shed a tear
It dried up
But it couldn't run forever
Ruby dear
That's what we hear
I still like the ocean
Down by the sea
They left
double 0 three
I'm trying to tell you, been around in the game
The BUNKS rock the underground, we control the reigns of ONE MIC!
For seven years we've been
some day we'll hit 'em back with an encore
You go show them yanks how us cats rock them crowds
Then you best blow up and make your potna proud
Takeover
Slaving away 9 to 5
Guess the American dream is scraping by til you die
Slipping over the edge on bottom rocks way down
If they don’t see you fall then
too soon||[Chorus:]|Fare thee well my rock and roll angel|Fare thee well my rock and roll angel||Heard your song on the radio|Your voice was calling
and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't
on the back
She'll crush you in her embrace
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
We all need a kind place to live
Though the wind may whisper
keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,
drive, Christmas radio
And every bar has a country-rock band
So we walk on the sand and pretend that it's snow
Happy Hanukkah, what did they get you this
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Why'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
will shed a tear
It dried up but it couldn't run forever
Ruby dear that's what we hear
I still like the ocean
Down by the sea
They left that door
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
My flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
And that all
as you
How many seats will the
Rock bottom accommodate?
One too many people who
Share nothing but views
Misery is more than willing to keep company
With
the season’s Fall
The reason y’all, will never get to see my all
I don’t need a car
I ain’t come this far to only come this far
Wonder daily, who the fuck you
raw-dogging a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure watch
I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
And still know the time when you record flops
Now this
And your eyes bug out you're breathless
Goodnight baby and all my witches
Hunting fuckboys down we're flipping
The script yeah
Double, double, toil
Trust me dog, it's the American way
Music my own drug
Distributed through the people
Niggas will never change unless you
Thinkin' you need to
We were
shoot and million radio drop
Me deejay till me horse and welcome people to the rock
You think a silver spoon a like it drop inna me lap
Me sign
baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Join us here, each week my friend
We're sure to make you rock
With me Par D and snake, puppy
Our rhymes will never stop
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