Lyrics:
to see (Right)
Ain't nothin round here for free (Right)
And I'm here to let these motherfuckers know
That I'll do anything for the dough (Right)
A felony
thirteen grand
Better go get myself an insurance plan
She's my man
I ain't got to where I'm going to
By hanging 'round with people like you
But then again I
, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
used love a wet baggie
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy
And you could'nt deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round
I heard you round about midnight
Slipping out of the bed
You thought that I was fast asleep
Heard your slippers in the midnight hallway
And I heard
I'm hiding nine wives, close my eyes
Valiant, like a god I fly
Merry-go-round, window-speak
Working only for luxury
Married to failure, dulled by
the street,
See the stranger who says, "why, hi,"
With a, "how you going, buddy,"
When you walked on by I thought I'd say hello
They say:
Haven't I seen
alone in my room, but I'm not by myself
I'm alone in my room, but I'm not by myself
I've got my hands wrapped 'round my gun
I've got my hands wrapped
Everyone is claiming riches
The finest bitches
Lexus' and Land's driving 'round without a plan
Everyone wants to go buck
But can you plant some
can go wroarrr
No I'm just playing ma'
First class D you interested to stay by?
You interested to stay by
Only one go round
You need one more round
Left
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
A spark by midnight
(Get up, get up, get up)
Shootin' 'round, movin' white
Ooh, baby, the block's hot just
'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy
I was
When the town is fast asleep, Mister Blues begins his round.
When the town is fast asleep, Mister Blues begins his round.
Every time he knocks
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
The numbers on the dash, spinning round and round
Brought peace of mind like I never found
And I was gone
Like the tide moves the ocean
I was drawn
Pulled by
This is real hip hop not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D E L not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by
Niggas bugging
Saying that I’m bluffing
Want problems
Well just come and show me something, yah yah
Got bitches coming
And they by the dozen
At least
The background lifts up
To a grateful crowd
Now it’s time to show our love
Come on gather round
Slow this whole trip down
Do what we do
From the skies
to mankind
It’s night on a deserted beach. A strong wind throws grains of sand against the figure of an old man, who silently walks by the shoreline, with
man
Living day by day, without a doubt or a plan
Called geek by most, driving round in his van
Problems mañana, I'm his number one fan
No I've never
The background lifts up
To a grateful crowd
Now it’s time to show our love
Come on gather round
Slow this whole trip down
Do what we do
From the skies
hanging 'round
Better do a 22 skidoo
I'll see you by the corner store
Just looking for another crew
You always manage to get days
To go by so quietly
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