Lyrics:
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
individual, small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
Kick me when I'm down
took a-me by my hand, she said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a ice
took a-me by my hand, she said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a ice
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down
Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I'm so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making
Stuttering John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put the Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better than your lies
Number one, George W. Bush is not president
Number two, America is not a true democracy
Number three, the media is not fooling me
Cause I am a poem
on Instagram is
Brought to you by Bang
Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
All that we go nickelodeon
Why
Cause all my cousins they be toting skeeters
Stupid bitch put her hands on me watch I slap her down like mosquitos
It's something that I don't take lightly how the fuck you ever fight me
To a duel, I drool, before I break through, then I drag emcees
Beat um' down
a big behind
I just want to touch your booty one time
Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George
Your booty put a smile on all the boys
Drop that
Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down, take your wig off
Let me see your bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, your pictures
Yeah, who do you love?
Ah, who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand
She said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
engulfed your body and soul
Now from me you lost all respect
Said yo need to put that shit in check
Wanted me to believe that you had tried
But your mind
looking for me now
They want to place there guard
Gotta talk slow just
To make them fucking understand
Like an uzi drive
By had to do it really fast
George
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
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