Lyrics:
alone
45 King, Chill Rob and Apache, Flavor you
Peace to [Name] and the Naughty By Nature crew
My brothers in PE worked it out
Kwamé, Kid'n Play,
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
Cadillacs protected by' whoever?
The red and the black, green, Hilfiger nigga
Indians want to protect the Lone Howling Chief
So kids create beef
Beef
by one
(Yo man, why you do that, Kid Capri?)
Cause it's fun
Stay away, close is prohibited
Gettin dissed, well, how could you live with it?
You're
the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum, takin' out some
the motherfuckin' house!
Home Team in the mother motherfuckin' house!
J T a Money money Poi son Clan in the motherfuckin' house!
Aak! Fresh Kid Ice in
Hills, for real
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew's talking about "What
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Became my best man she a gold digger
I can see it on her CAT scan
'Rari in the trenches
Kids be thinkin' that I'm Batman
Superhero status every time I'm
the rookie police let us
Now that's bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweet
Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track meet
Chorus:
Keep it moving it's on now
Making it punk
up, listen up
Here we go (here we go)
It's a fucked up world and a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams,
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
the b****es walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the b****es hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me
up, listen up
Here we go (here we go)
It's a fucked up world and a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams,
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
This next guest is my man bringing him back
It's a pleasure to have him here
Please give it for my brother Kanye west
Uh let me start by
Thanking you
tell by ya charm
(When I'm in need)
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
(I gotta leave)
But I'm lookin' for the one
Have
The kids sing out in defiance
Against a world that has forgotten them
And the media ask, "why are the kids so angry?"
After wards they'll go
The kids sing out in defiance
Against a world that has forgotten them
And the media ask, "why are the kids so angry?"
After wards they'll go
to him
He knows the past and the present are relative
Kind of like how someone might
Piece by piece, easily
Stitch together the parts from their mouse
and cream
When I went to bed
I had a rap song in my head
I perfected the beat
And my love for the street
Then some punk ass bitch
Tried to take it away
So I
the code we live by
Hands in the sky n****
Don't you even die n***
Punk n**** talk
Grown men walk
Coward n**** scared
So they bussing of the roof
N**** Ohh
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