Lyrics:
through the fields and
Counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California
Like a slobbering dog with a bone
-Just as wild-eyed and crazed
As the mountain of a man that stood before me
A new height was reached that day!
And you
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
on over 'cause were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cause we jumpin'
I stay (ha ha, ha ha)
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day, bust it
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch
to leave?
I've been looking for a maker to take me in
So pretty lady, where do I begin?
Up Mulholland
Travel by machine
Carve the canyons
My
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
black out (yeah)
Bright lights down the hallways
Left his best friend for dead for the small wage (ay)
They say that every dogs got a day coming
It's
goes on
Day by day
A total war
This final charge
Results are not good enough
A cruel setting
Supplies over stretched
Major losses
Following the battle
Won't Test
Hook:
They wanna flex but they know they won't test/
No they won't/
Verse 1:
My days bathe in tides of rage and make waves inside
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
be ten
My hair is gettin' thinner
And you're a little bit outta shape
But with you standin' by me
Hon, I'd do it all over again
These are the days
war isn't cool
War is only bad and it makes me sad
F-18 fighter jets aren't a little bit cool
Machines of war are only cruel
Even if you see them
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
They ask me am I ok, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me
Or am I just a little snappy
found him outside, shagging the dog
He's never been the same since that summer's day
He lost his fuk'n head and thought he was gay
We soon brought him
what to say
I can fill you up with words but I can't help you with your heartbeat
The night machine keeping humming below the day
And I feel, and I feel
Memories insoluble to their conscience,
Memories outside themselves in a twisted prank
Played upon them by dogs
Tired of chasing their food.
Thin oxygen
urgent (Yeah)
This light of mine, I got to let it shine dog (Got to let it shine dog)
This light will save a whole day and I ain't taking time off (Taking
Hey homie where you come from
Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom
Tha bottom by haystak mak million
The trials and trigilations
and held him five days in jail
Without a phone call.
How many lovers have we left.
There are as many contradictions to the game,
As there are players.
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
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