Lyrics:
I wanna fit in I know why I didn’t
In order to fit in I’d have to fit in my palm
The world is in my hands, the world is in my hands
The world is in my
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Then I'll be straight
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
danger in his eye's
Smelly Hands
Smelly Hands
Smelly Hands
Smelly Hands
Don't be tricked by his lies
Smelly Hands
Smelly Hands
He'll lie to you
He'll probe
of hand
Conceives a scheme so carefully planned!
Even we can understand
If he takes it terribly slow-ly
By Basingstoke!
By Cardboard Box!
By Budge's
to go to work tomorrow
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
Hands up
Hands up
I'll put my two weeks in tonight
My savings looking right
Weed
we always make amends, yes we do, yes we do)
And everything will be alright cause we'll fall in love again, oh yea
So put your hands up, celebrate
past tense with
Pastors and past friends
Who don't understand the mission in
Some of my actions get your hands up
And you ain't got to understand
Just
in work[01:13.98]Ain't worried bout whatever happens you know I'm putting me first[01:17.26]These niggas ain't really your friends you know that I got
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
a little more power (the graph, on the wall)
Confidence (the graph) taken in (the graph)
By a suntan (the graph) and a grin (the handshake)
The grabbing
the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again, I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
'Cause I've been workin' in the kitchen
With the dirt on my hands
Polar Beats
98, please stop playin'
Oh my, the Summer's in my eyes
The heat is on my neck and I ain't never gonna die
Oh my, the Winter's in my mind
the time has come
Post of the call seasoned to fall in love
I just wanna take you by the hand now
I just wanna take you by the hand now
I just wanna take you
to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight
of comin' in last.
But somewhere in the race we run,
We're coming undone
And days go by,
I can feel 'em flyin'
Like a hand out the window in the wind.
But somewhere in the race we run
We're coming undone
Days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
The world is run by clowns
With trigger happy hands
But the world is run by
People that we don't understand
And so we're living in a culture
Made
by
Because I believe what I believe and I believe we can
Because I believe what I believe and I believe
That Summertime is in our hands
Yeah
Sippin' peach margaritas on the beach and
I got both of my feet up in the sand and
I don't really give a shh, don't give damn
I'm chillin' by myself
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Sayin sorry to me
Why you say it like that
Irresponsible you proved the shit
I just showed my pick
I just played my
motherfucker
With my hand, nigga, the thirstiest motherfucker
Disperse of you, motherfucker, yeah, motherfucker
Pimpin in the Cutlass, I don't care,
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
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