Lyrics:
Uhh, yeah
Ha ha
[Choclair]
I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps
Nappack held up by you ass back
When I seen it, I was like DAMN!
Girl do you have
They think I'm fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo'
It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's
The bubble-eyed Mazaratti,
backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
at the front had a sawed-off
He shot once in the air, and then he called off
Chorus
The answer, "Yes sir!"
He took all the money from the cash register
to be
El Paraiso Rico
And when the cash don't shine
They close their eyes fo' life
Just get a grip and look around
There's better things in life
Oh
think I got plenty cash
Saw a bunch of girls in the past
So I'm only chillin' with pretty chickens that ? keep a pretty stash
So you know I ain't finna
born and raised right in Martel Homes
he moved to cleveland avenue and then washington road.
that's when he saw his partner cash first working
of the matter was she was too conversational
She gossiped too much talked about this and that
Even told strangers the source of her cash stacks
So one day
saw you giving your cash to the doorman
i saw the x on your hand
& i knew you were the one
or i knew you'd understand
or oh, i wish we could have talked
with the last of my cash
You're gonna be justified with how you treated the land
You're gonna be by my side, when I stand and demand a change
Change
the kid behind, he's kicking me
Posessed by demons on TV
Oh no, what can I do
My passport's gone, my wallet too
I've eaten fish and I'm feeling sick
I can
at the Chateau Lafarge
Where the Duke did that puke
Down the Duchess's de-coll-etage?
No, Baron de Thenard'
The circles I move in are humbler by far
Go
I'm in the club so damn down
I lost my friends and i lost my phone
I'm staggering all by alone
don't even know how I'll get home
but its OK its
said
What's that son
Y'all must of forgot or sutten word
Yo INS
[Inspectah Deck]
We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls
Spazzin' like the yellow
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
soldiers of deception dark seeds among our race,
an absence of free will, is all we ever face,
overcome by chemicals of lust inside the brain
we
he's got to be part of the in crowd
(oooooo's)
Little Big Man, Yeah You Little Big Man (x4)
He's gonna earn some cash
He's gonna sell some weed
Cos he
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
Ignored by the powers that be
Buried under Pentagon bureaucracy
Trillions unacknowledged
Circle of serpents
DC's booming
Hiding their tracks
Run us
living cutting slack to
All the people kept his palms well-greased
He bought the chateau bunga bunga by the
Beach to lure the rich high-fliers
Installed
adventure
Cash and hoes and fashion clothes and blastin foes
And mashin in assassin mode, it don't stop
"Nothing has changed
Even the bang remains the same
to the bank
Withdraw every dime leave the
Bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got
Broke with cash but rich from my rock
Ingenuity
sedition backed by
Big time promoters cBS promoted the Clash
But not for revolution, just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like
Hippy used to be A
And it
They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors in
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