Lyrics:
the one with the red dot on the way to that sell then I made a pit stop
Finna go buss tt with this fuckin straight drop
Roll the window down hand to hand
hands on the steering wheel
And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin alive
In South Central, yeah, that's how
that I throw crap
When I’m pissed off
Need a Prozac (yeah) and a gold strap, yeah
Yeah, come in clutch with the arctic optic
Got a red dot, you can
brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.
Every one's collectin'
brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.
Every one's collectin'
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, dirt beds
Ya'll niggaz is eating,
Jerk your hands and arms right off
Come on do the jerk in the morning now (come on do the jerk)
Ooh wee, come on do the jerk right now (come on do
Jerk your hands and arms right off
Come on do the jerk in the morning now (come on do the jerk)
Ooh wee, come on do the jerk right now (come on do
East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
[RBX]
While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
And an infection of their lap
All right we're going to go with free association
A little bit ago
Some present beings
Suggested two words
And two words alone
Monkeys
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
walkin' to the
Table, oughta be sized right, everybody gotta eat right
Enough seats for the feast, by God, all o' (Allah) these seem right
Feel at ease like
right behind us
Flesh is weak by getting chewed by vultures and piranhas
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change
spring summer and fall
Now lots of folks claim
A monkey man of dark colour
Is really gone crazy
By a real hot yellow
Now a yellow boys
That ain't all
Monkey Jackson (Hehe)
Taught me let it cool off, sit it on a napkin (Sit it on that napkin right there)
Told him I'ma bool out, boy I'm just a rapper (You
good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red
Though hell should bar the way"
He rose up right in the stirrups
He scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
His face
right on
My dick soon as they see me
Soon as they see me they be like
What up Dot? That's what they tell me every
Second around the clock
Every time I
red lighter
A falling and feeling like a star
Right out midnight skyer
Let the time fly by
It's finding a hand
Taking a chance
Starting the fire
This is
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
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