Lyrics:
start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard
Baby bash cross
and round we go
Around we go
Around we go
Around we go
Round and round and round we go
Around we go
Around we go
Felt like deja vu when I seen you with your
he looks daft but you can have your dream
Guess who I saw by your old house just the other day
That kid we used to think was mad, but now he looks
and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one
he looks daft but you can have your dream
Guess who I saw by your old house just the other day
That kid we used to think was mad, but now he looks
I'm in my young prime
You a daft punk and I'm gon' only say it one time
She said show me your music and she fucked me after one line
Might kick it off
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
(Suckers gettin' tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My bad side
Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't
Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch!
I'm here to school you
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
puff, get from 'round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from 'round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from 'round me
Nigga get from 'round
Treatin' niggas dumb, as I drink my rum
I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec
Put punks in check, Shug's on the set
I'm the one with the game,
Dealers, not from round here walk round it’s sketchy,
Have to be street wise
Tread it steady
Wait I’m putting it straight
You see a charva to us is a mate
blood boil
You refer to the book of rules
It's the one you wrote and put in schools
Then you come round here in designer gear
Made by kids in India
I'm gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah,
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
the beat, ready for the bassline and boom!
Now we're mixing the sound for the show
So punks say Oi! B-Boys say Bo!
We've seen them come and I've watched
rappers look like actors on a soap op
Spare change, I'm taking it to the bank
I won't stop until I get me a Millie, so call me Drake
These Daft punk
Daft Punk's Song
Started!
Lip Syncing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Damn Key, you did that
Yeah She got up in the whip
Show you how to get
playing and I feel like watching
Daft Punk's on so my soul is filled
I can't really tell if I'm pushing up this hill
Or rolling down like the ocean
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