Lyrics:
We coming, we coming, we coming (hey)
Sim simma, I just wan' buy me a Beamer
Tick tick, blow up! Hiroshima!
Who am I? I’m that nigga!
Who am I? I’m
world
A decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That will give youth a future and old age a security
By the promise of these things
Brutes have
disciple
By our love for one another (We got)
One man down (One down)
Two men down (Two down)
Three men down
We got four men down
But still that's my dawg
Many men speak of Robin Hood
But they don't got his flow
While you were panicking
Dillydallying under the throne
I'd be hijacking into the palace
and the lumbermen
And the men who work the mills
And the poor hard workin' miners
Who died inside the hill
[Chorus]
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood
Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is
Franco more like Frank Ocean
They way I’m attracted to men
Why Peter griffin in da living room
I just saw homer now they fighting
What the hell why
hundred, give one hundred) so he did that, anyway
He's back home, I ain't with that
So I'm sayin', "Hey, you got to go to work"
And he sayin', "Hey, this
and the lumbermen
And the men who work the mills
And the poor hard workin' miners
Who died inside the hill
[Chorus]
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood
I cross the line of turf, I put my mind at work
I give my time some worth
You could say
Hey
Homie I'm down to Earth, so yeah I'm down to work
It took
a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
One, two,
all unite
Let us fight for a new world
A decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That would give youth a future
And old age a security
By
Pop two drinkin' Hennesy
Mama need some men's (got her work cut out for you)
Momma need a benz (got a roof cut out for you)
Kinda short up on yo
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
what what what what what what what [where tha fuck u come from plaa...]
hey...hey....hey...hey...hey
[Chorus:]
I can see it in your eye that you
Good body Girl
Nuh need mi England clothes
Gal jus come ina me house come pose Mi mek wata come out a me house
Fi the root a yuh roast
Hey gal
Yuh
all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day
We'll all be buried, gone to heaven
St. Peter'll be the straw boss then
Now you know you're underpaid but the boss
Paul
Just to pay Peter again but Peter work for the law
And now Paul tellin' ya business to Peter and all his friends
And that's the Big Bang folks how
before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man
Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day
who feeds the rich
While poor men starve
We work, we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to masters
Or pay rent to the lords
We are
the rich while poor men starve
We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords
We are free men
shoguns
You shovel fud on your holders
But covet us
What, honey buns?
You gettin' off on
Pokin' holes in the walls
To peek and watch, huh? Hey!
Must ya be
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey it wasn't what it seemed
Now you causing scenes
Wasn't what it seemed
Hey, listen
I-I-I like every single thing about her
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