Lyrics:
Eric Idle
GUARD #2 : ???
CONCORDE : Eric Idle
OLD CRONE : ???
ROGER (THE SHRUBBER) : Eric Idle
TIM (THE ENCHANTER): John Cleese
BROTHER MAYNARD: Eric
(Word) that's all I gotta say
I'm just smooth kickin
Unlawful lyrics dope
Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s
Yo, and the Illustrator KMG
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road yeah
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road (The
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More
Scott Isbell in loving memory of Gregg Allman
Lyrics and Music by Gregg Allman
Originally performed by the Allman Brothers
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
Don't talk to me about money
Don't talk to be about fame
Don't tell be about your lyrics
Cause your songs are all the same
There's 11
Imma ride to the top
No we cannot be stopped
I don’t play about the fam
Got my hands all in them grams
And I’m run-in through these bands
Threw about
(Hook)
I can’t trust no bitch I got these bands now,
Surrounded by my brothers ain’t no friends now,
Touch one of them guys and it’s a man down,
I
I was a band, you the people in the stands understand
I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot
Don't
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
bands woah
I got too many bands woah
Standing on my money, I always win
Standing on my money, now I'm 6'10
I'm by myself, I don't even want friends
I'm
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
chatting bout is opps
Same old concept different lyrics man tell me when will it stop
Mans out on the road selling keys doing drops
Hella bands up in
gotta learn this song by heart like the lyrics on hopped in the stu cause they feelin how my lyrics go me and plug makin plays my favorite one the give
I got few brothers yuup
Tell me you my clansman from another mother whats good bro
I don't need no hoe nope
If you on my side bro let's lock and load
two bands on my mattress
My sheets smell like Chanel perfume and roses
They know that I aint famous yet but around here I'm the closest
I'm inspired by
Me and my brothers get bands
We love that cheese
But we ain't rats
Skrt off in that coupe
Skrt off in that big body (fast)
And you talkin' like you
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"
I'm with the band
Hired
the weekend
The truth I give, it seeps in
Live on my edge, not the deep end
Abundant on my free band
Do good by me, then we can
Business is right, then I'm
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