Lyrics:
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let
this letter as a psalm of pride
Whether you serve food or wash plates, teach school where you once stayed
What's the meaning of a small raise when they
on her meds she be falling asleep yeah (Yuh)
Ask for my love in turn show me no love
Why the fuck are you plotting to leaving
Am to the pm (Mm)
Hunting,
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
chh, yo what up Nick
Where you going for spring break dawg?
cll I'm saying is I'm not, not going on spring break bruh that's all I'm saying
cy yo
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
feel better till we slay one another
Where's the love
If you tell her that you love her
But what you are really after is to use her and dump her?
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
know
You know
I know you know
Bob Marley says
When the music hits you
You feel no pain
And I say
When the music slaps you
It touch your dancing shoes
me know when you get where you goin)
It's 10PM in Indy, I treat the hoes like a freethrow
They treat me like Olidipo
But it's okay, see (OKC) cuz I
down and allowing the other nations to run away with everything
You have become a bunch of consumers
You are creators
rise up mighty people
watch how i get it right back
You know what it is
You know where it's at
You listening I know this shit Slap
Got a droptop
You know it's foreign
was all a bad dream
Are you coming along? Well, you'd better bring your bible
'Cause we're headed to the tent where they're holding the revival
Heard
Lifelines, where would we be without lifelines
When we're lost at sea the devil's got you thinking
That the boat ain't sinking
But you're boots are getting wet
Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least
'point-o-view!
Evil prince:
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! where you fum, 'rijnlyy?
Thing-fish:
Why...uh...saint loomis!
Evil prince:
Goddam! I
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
floors
The jobs are really menial you make no bread
And then at five-o'clock you head...
...By subway
[BRENDON + DALLON]
Downtown
[BRENDON]
Where
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
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