Lyrics:
crowd. Man they came to see a show, guess
they aint know I was in town. I'm outside in the parking lot, I'm posted up
and tippin down. waitin round, for
the rest of your life
Ayo
Punk! Yung Punk, What's Goody
This need no introduction
Okay
But I'm Far from concludin
Swore I was done losin
No matter what we
this the round table nigga
If you can't stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen
I'm in this mother fuckin'
This is my house in
a little bit daft
A little bit happy with a broken heart
I suppose
Picture this, we're by the corner till
We've got our pints up on the windowsill
Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
Moves I be seein',
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
Samson, to send Marilyn Manson
back to Hell, the resurrection of Fred Hampton
You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up
Whenever punks jump up
Ooh, yeah, yeah yeah
Say you gonna punky punky punk
New wave, new phrase
New wave, new craze
We're going to the party
And I hope you are hardy
and his general
The nature stands with us, ready for war
We done talking two digits and we still want more
I could call you up by name but what the fuck
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walkin' 'round strapped
Can't sleep, my enemies want me gat
Call my mama and they scream drama
(Kill you bitch)
Could
This is something special
And we gotta bring this back, Green, come on
Countdown to Armageddon, let's go
I got a riddle, what's little
common numbers
All I gotta do is call lil'
Bro and get 'em all merked
Trap open, boy
We got that magic pack like Hogwarts
Bad hoes circle 'round the star,
see that nigga he gone blow em down
Might hear an open round
I ain't wit the shit just keep my folks around
I go by cola guess the know me now
Got
was our two fists
Now who missed the first lesson in life don't be no punk
If you a man have heart be a savage whether you sober or drunk
I seen niggas
That's just the way I am, don't look down on me
My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me
And I'm an eastside nigga so I ain't no punk
I make the crowd get
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right
('Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo, he deserved to lose the fight
I might meander 'cross your
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
because baby things will get better
Or kill me now I'll fucking haunt you forever
Go ahead and take your time now baby
I'm by your side I'm forever waiting
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
wanna go by da book
Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk ass probably sniff da dope by da ass
What goes around
Comes around
Isn't it so
What goes around
Comes around
Isn't it so
Playing some tracks
By Superchunk
Along came a punk
Said he had
like 6 months
Disappear one day came back
So skinny look like a ghost
It's y'a birthday today
I still feel like a punk
I didn't say bye
I didn't say love
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