Lyrics:
Well come on all of you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again,
He got himself in a terrible jam,
Way down yonder in Vietnam,
Put down your
ban)
Fuck Marbela, já jsem spíš Vietnam
A jestli chceš booknout show
Piš na gram (gram, gram)
Bitch huh?
Motor dělá grr, grr, grr, paw (paw,paw)
Pojebeš
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll
c'mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Vietnam
so put down your books
segura nóis que o motor já ta ligado,
Jesus Cristo é o general, e nós somos os soldados
Então segura nóis que o motor já ta ligado,
Jesus Cristo é o
113, General Motors
Rim' crack music, misère, crack music
Deux-roues pris en chasse, poursuite
Crack music
Numéro d'châssis 9-4, crack music
On aime
on all of you big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again,
he got himself in a terrible jam, way down yonder in Vietnam,
put down your books and pick
Oh, the motor city's burnin'
It ain't no thing in the world that I can do
Don't ya know
Don't ya know the big D is burnin'?
Ain't no thing in
Ya know, the Motor City is burning, babe
There ain't a thing in the world they can do
Ya know, the Motor City is burning people
There ain't
The pain made him numb, the war in Vietnam
It took his first son, it took his third son
But I suppose he was a man
A man will never learn, for the pride
I may live a long while
On occasion dream of Earth
Dream of Earth, dream of Earth, dream of Earth
Get off world
Get extrasolar
Boot the motor
the borders deep in you just fall
General's gone mad in Vietnam
Became a god a lonely one
Once a soldier of great fame he was
Now killing seems all the same
grenadine
I finally met a private he was elephante-een
Hitched a ride to Vietnam stole my tambourine
Luncheon meat pie lick at her split
Heaven Grand in Amber
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
Hurrah Hurrah
Well they put me in the army
cnd they cut off all my hair
Stuck me in a uniform
With combat boots to wear
They
Ladung aus Bogota, Vakuumverpackt (frr)
Handel im Gold-Dreieck von Thailand bis Vietnam
Sinaloa, sinaloa (Gang, Gang)
V8 Motor, liefer' Coka (Gang, Gang)
ain't never been to Vietnam
There's a bunch of our boys over there"
So, we went to the Orient, Saigon
Well, we got a big welcome when we drove in
Through
chumps, you best call General Motors
I will, take control of your soldiers
You wont listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken
General toaster
that I will.
Roll over ya squad like I'm a one punch card.
You chumps, you best call General Motors.
I will, take control of your soldiers.
You wont
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
this (what) fatal shots that soloplex
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole
go to Vietnam
Keep the commies out of W3
For HRH and Uncle Sam
See, i'm burning with ambition
I'm waiting for a mission. Woah Woah yeah.
Face me in
Paranoia in Washington, D.C.
Riots in major cities protesting the Vietnam War
And an economy struggling to survive under the pressure
Children sit
Sambo with bad hair
Be aware of Willie Lynch-ism
Be, be boundless energy
Be a four star ghetto general, be no one except I
Be food for thought
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