Lyrics:
[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
to be sweet and nice
I should-a grabbed another pizza slice
If you need advice
I should-a grabbed another pizza slice
Just feed your vice
I should-a
another phone call. But she's away I'm out drinking rather heavily. I had about four or five vats of liquor. I'm stumbling home. Right. It's like no o'clock
are too young to be drinking beer
And I say that's strange
Seems only yesterday that I was 24
And I try to turn to spite her but she's gone again
And so
of Guinness beer
Got it from Ireland, yes I am the man
Konrad is with me here
Globalization can be bad though
Like when labor's too cheap seen by ILO
Like in
At night I cover my ears in tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
But one day you'll pay
Doomed to this kid that you fueled
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
Oooh,
Not another love song
You don' did my love wrong
Oooh
Nooo
Not another love song
I'm gon' get my thug on
Oooh
You can't keep telling me (telling me)
my lover
You just another bitch who used to say I was the one, I'll
Take you on a jet, fly you out to the Bahamas
Told me that you loved the way I
on earth, here on earth
What up young vic?
You don't know my name
I'm just another nigga caught up in the street game
I been through things, seen things
But dammit you're so young
Well I don't think I care
And if I hurt you
Then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this was easy
Then you bring
the young kids go and play frisbee
Gee, that must be fun
maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine
but they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it
the young kids go and play frisbee
Gee, that must be fun
maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine
but they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
Please God, show 'em the way
(It's just another night)
Please God, on this day
(Martin Luther King)
Spirits all given the strength
(Sing us a song
for the cheers/ and them dudes/ over there drinking on beers/ There like Usain Bolt/ trying to reach the finish line/ try and do it legal/ and stay away
ready I'm just too much
When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much
Roll with
Haven't seen you in a hundred years
Hope you're drinking the finest beers they make
Hey babe, who's to blame
Got a letter from another friend
Said you two
Haven't seen you in a hundred years
Hope you're drinking the finest beers they make
Hey babe, who's to blame
Got a letter from another friend
Said you two
fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just
That this person isn't the last one
And you know that what you're feeling
Is just trauma from a past love
But you can't shake the feeling
That they will
V1
The back seat is taken
Beer cans from day drinking
Too young and scared to say something
When one more ciggie gets sparked up
You're rolling
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