Lyrics:
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
pitched tail lights and thirty-inch fins, oh yeah (ooh)
A Palomino dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah (ooh)
With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I
pitched tail lights and thirty-inch fins, oh yeah (ooh)
A Palomino dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah (ooh)
With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why
you're wrong
I love ya and I need you, by my side
So, I'm gonna keep on trying, just keep on trying 'til I win your love, woo
I'm gonna keep
got you by his side.
He's got everything.
There's is no inch of his happiness to be in his place.
I'll be glad to give you anything.
I know your
baby? Uh-uh
Purple-coloured mink, sugarcane hittin' them 16 switches
Candy apple green, candy paint, swirling twenty-four inch spinners (swirl)
Don't
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
on the cover of life.
Octover 1st, 1954,
3 year old baby with 38 inch chest.
That was something to behold! Ahh.
Now, the name of the performer
that I play in
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
way
Running like we're marching, there's no light of day
Inch by inch, killing time
Heading for the county line
A voice inside tells me to wait
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
Dead Nazi by the Side of the Road
Well, we'd just finished breakfast that morning and Phyllis
went out on the front porch to see if they'd brung
(quick)
Strictly raised by pimpin', not by simpin', show no sympathy
If they hate you for being you, they not secure in they identity (damn)
Me, myself,
a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can, 'cause
I'm your man
when I spit shit, right?
26-inch got a deep-dish, my
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell
eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growing
Like Pinocchio´s nose
As we walked around in the emperor´s new clothes
to look
That sad cheap shot you took
I had no fucking clue
Now I know how to flinch
When someone moves an inch
I can't be hurt by you
I know what to do
Then
so soft and pure white lace
Beauty takes control of you
Don't be blinded by her eyes
Don't be blinded it's disguise
She'll suck every inch of life from
an ither temporary decoration
this hale place'll be a palace
by the time of the Coronation!
Anaglypta, artex, emulsion, eggshell, full gloss, inch
tryna drive switch
She tryna drive quick, she driving me inch by inch (dry teeth)
Snot the bitch from them keys, they looking like sneeze
They whiter than
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
each night to his cul-de-sac of dreams
Funny now how it all went by so fast
One day he's looking over his shoulder at the past
When everybody had
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