Lyrics:
Yeah
Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed
Know what I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
There's a war goin'
Yeah
Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed
Know what I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
There's a war goin'
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa be
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit
There's a war goin
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
on, we ready for war
And if they start then we gon bomb
Like in Vietnam
Quiet as calm like Sadaam, we setting it off
And it ain't no game
When we come
years.
Their names are engraved permanently on the Vietnam wall.
More than 17 million members of the armed forces perished during world war2.
1 million,
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal
They was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes
And dealin' every way but
war, not wars,
Make love, not war.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
We don't want your fucking war.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
We don't want your fucking war.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
We
over my bed
My Granddaddy fought in World War II
But my Daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun
And fight for my homeland
If you
over my bed
My Granddaddy fought in World War II
But my Daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun
And fight for my homeland
If you
to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old
And beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
over my bed
My Granddaddy fought in World War II
But my Daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun
And fight for my homeland
If you
the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we bombin it
Stuck in
One part sad and two parts brave
One part silent and one part says:
To the stars!
One part black and two parts blue
One part wishes the best
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
stalk
My man say he was god holdin' the devil's pitchfork
That's why I'm throwin' rhymes like Geronimo's tomahawk
[Verse 2: Jeru]
War, many shout it but
too much though
I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'
I guess there's just us two
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was
Four decades ago an man left Mississippi
To fight the war in Vietnam
Did two tours and got shot received the metal of honor
When he got home he
a Tricky Dickie Screwdriver
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid
And a jegger of fermaldahyde
From a jar with Hitlers brain in it
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