Lyrics:
Crosby and Hope;
We're such good friends, you see.
Even dazzle the Academy with my versatility.
'Cause I'm the King of the Silver Screen.
Hollywood
I hit that M74
I'm heading for
The city that I truly adore
The women are gorgeous and the food is ok
I cannae wait tae be in ye Glasgae
Pride
(Uno, do it, uno, quatro)
When me change the channel with the pliers
Wet clothes on the porch, we ain't have a dryer
Spending food stamps wait
fuck the police academy O-O Rivercat I always feel like somebody's me rivercat I of a Tiger lke a Detroit Rock City
I'm from detroit
Blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me little ol'me
Glamorous me
Johnny can't read
Blah blah blah
I' can't see
Blah blah
queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin'
nothing you can do but get your PHD.
(Playa hata's degree?) That's right!
(Aw hell yeah!)
Player Haters Academy, located on Wellfarm, in Detroit
gonna do
I'm from Detroit, blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me, little old me, glamorous me
Johnny can't read
Blah-blah-blah
I' can't see
souls of steel.
Dear Detroit, I don’t think they get it here.
Joy Road’s lined with playground kids and fast food signs.
The weather’s nice, but people
agree to disagree
Why you mad at me, when it's love I want the stupid brain like academy
When it's one hunnit she loving me like it's good food
When it's
South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our
Love-perturbations and rising
The voice, articulation language
Whispering, shouting aloud
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep
Walking, swimming, poise
the Hampton's partied alot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember cerial pie one
Stay still, don't move
It'll all be over soon
10 more minutes, it's been an hour
My phones run out of power
No food, no water
Searched the place but
as you can see
Cause Detroit got them lead pipes
Indians ain’t got nothing but peace pipes
Refugees wish they had water last night
They never get uptight
back-to-back, nigga, we just bought the lot (lot)
I just left Target, nigga, had to buy a pot (oh yeah)
Ask about me in Detroit, I'm a Pyrex legend (legend)
Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
ex
or worry when my dinner's coming next
Detroit's got nothing left for me
Detroit's got nothing left for me, I swear
Long as I get to Las Vegas,
(Ooh, Sav killed it) slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I gotta get me a crib out here in Detroit, for real (you do)
Put that teeny-eeny-beeny
hot!
And in advance the critics are all in accord - she's gonna win the next academy award.
All her fans will be delighted, not to mention quite
before him
Helped him out throughout academy
Bumped grades, you do what you have to for family
The only he's done bad is a cavity
That's until his dad
sippin' on Gerber
I could be working at Jewels, chain snatching
Jerking your jewels, homeless working for food
I might be cleaning your pool, teaching
our minds with empty plans
I never knew I was a techno
We are the 1980s
We are the Detroit lights
And I never wanna, I never wanna see this stop
I'm in
Imma show you how to get it
It go right food up Left foot slide Left foot up Right foot slide
Basically I'm sayin either way we Franklin Knights
FSA
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