Lyrics:
Intro-
D.T.E.
Hook-
ILLEGAL BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
GANGSTA BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
COCAINE BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
NARCOTICS
(Joe Lloyd)
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Balboa YMCA (YMCA)
F
So just come around the rail (round the rail)
C7
And down the little stairs (little stairs)
C F F7
to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball.
The man in
could give Dino Sore sage advice. The homecoming was a grandiose event, filled with laughter and many good things.
The sage advice from his old man was
from thirteen original colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the good old
and he owes me money!
Do you know Joan? She’s a bank teller
She gets it on with this husky feller
I seen them the other day down by the YMCA
They were
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
And for the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
(East Side)
Boy, Boy, Boy
Inside I'm a little old school
Come out to the coast, take a stroll through
Welcome to the colony, home of where your boy grew
colony!
Tom: That would be gross
You tried that in our bus one time
Mark: I tried to start our own
Nudist colony one time in our
Bus and it was pretty much
of what you see
I'm not in a class of monsters, I'm just a new generation from an old colony
There might be clones, yet no one knows
Yet a microchip on your
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks went hunting at nights
Just looking for a place to play
Well I thought my
phone off
I been keepin it moving while you on stand still
I'ma step on your colony like a ant.. hill
Jumped in the whip, smoking a selfie I puffed
The climate change tale is the same old same
It's the same old same, it's the same old same
The climate change tale is the same old same
It's
you're running out of time
Keep on fighting in the meantime
Non-stop
Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony
And nowhere is
cripples colonies
Came on to me
Once told what's supposedly wrong with me
They lied to me
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!
They lied to me
Aye, aye, aye, aye,
every mouth want feeding
cnd Tanty sit down veranda
She see the village how it changing
She never touch computer
Old dirt, nasty dirt
Worthless
In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea
Come for the build and raise a colony
And in the jungle, green, their citadels did gleam
In
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