Lyrics:
Burn baby Burn baby Burn
Sit back just watch and learn
The chariots of fire take me higher
I'm a rebel with a cause like the sun I get brighter I
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold
I'll face the music
I'll
to hide it
I hate me
Are you afraid by me
I know i screwed up
Babe, deep down I didn't want to give up
I hear in the resonance of my skull they say
Love for
'til the morning light
And the mayor will be there too
Call the cops who got all the drugs
And then send them home by noon
Let it burn, let it burn
on your hand mean we can twist like Chubby Checker
Blunt so fat you'll need a pyrotech' to get it lit
Yeah, this the way that West coast rock shit
I'm
my heart twice
But I'm still gonna shine
I hope you burn in hell
Yeah I said what I said
Turn the heat up in the shower
While I'm getting in my head
So
everyday a paycheck
Not checkers its chest, I'm blessed by the best
Keys to success, trap and finesse
I'm a Southside vet, pay my dues, pay my debts
Pockets
Just like bacon
(Cook)
That ain't a pound
So I weighted it
(No)
It was lookin' short
It didn't look right
(Yeah)
Chubby nigga
Rockin' off white
(Aye)
Ice
$kinny pockets gettin' chubby
Why your crew lookin' crumby?
Your whole lifestyle bummy
I make music for the druggies
The potheads and the gully-gullys
I
the Chubby Checker
The wood like Black and Decker
Trunk shake like salt and pepper
And the glaciers on my necklace
Got an Antarctican texture
And you should
Oop she blocked now she up writin letters
I broke ha heart but I hope she get better
Got chubby by chasin this cheddar
We cut em up no shredder
Yeah he
toast to the blind
Even they can see that niggas outside chopping on beat
how we dance on the fire
Let it burn I say let it burn
I say let it burn let it
chubby checkers and get it twisted
Realistic
I wonder do you swallow
Trying to find out today but you like any tomorrow
(christine mclean)
But tomorrow's
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
cloth
Chubby Checkers I'm checking you off you lost cause your lecture was soft
Like MLB I'm picking you off and throwing you like dodgeball
A whole lot
just to have you (Have you)
Even bought you them old purple clothes
that Had pictures of them cartoons (Cartoons)
Remember sleepless night, being up all
Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep, Princess Superstar - The shit is deep
soaring
If you want some lean you know that I'm pouring
I'm a Laker with this rap shit Rony buckets scoring
I can stay the night but I'm gone by the morning
use to live in the moment
It's funny how all the homies from the neighborhood turned
I watched you pour gasoline
So I just let the bridge burn
I'm
made love up in the Honda
She had gained so much weight we could barely maneuver
Around the backseat so we parked the car by Herbert Hoover
Once again
surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[Babs] And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[Ness] First things
like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files
Got flavor, more than big shavers
blockers make a nigga want to ride at night
Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I
Look
Before I talk about myself
Tell me what's the price or value getting caught up in your wealth
When no one sitting by your side
And they tell you
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