Lyrics:
Public Warning, who's in town?
Public Warning, all bow down
I'm riding here on this beat
'Cause I don't give a monkeys what you think about me
It's
for you and me
This town is our town, this town is free
So why are you acting like you own Eastleigh
You're buying up houses like Monopoly
But you're
Public Warning, Who's In Town
Public Warning, All bow down
I'm riding here on this beat
Cause I don't give a monkeys wot you think about me
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
house
Public
Public house
Public
Public house
Public
Can't forget the old days
Back when I had no bands
Back when I had no bitch
Back when when we spoke
of rules
Public housing private pools
Some of them going into the ground
That's what I found in any old town
Show the skin nobody can see
A few miles
public enemy
An old wanna be who never gonna be
You dance bozo on your facebook hit ?
Well I don’t care about your hip hop shit
I don’t care about your
runnin’ a poker house throwin’ the money on tables
All of us laid low, Duckin’ police, ain’t none of us gettin’ no halos
Stuck in my old ways
Ain’t dyin’
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it
I buy a morgue in a minute
The public house
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it
I buy a morgue in a minute
The public house
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
old school thumudhu
antha easy kadhu kasta padali appdu
Mem antha rappers iedha public lo hustling
Hip hop grown cheyainka chestunam struggling
Boom bap
to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me that's what I'm sayin' (super sperm)
I
no you old coop, he a...he a boxer man
yeah let me tell ya I went to his fight a couple months ago.
I seen him hit this boy, and he hit the boy so hard
Mike...Mike Tyson he's the boy that played football from Montreal ain't he?
No no you old coop, he a...he a boxer man yeah let me tell ya I went to his fight
lil boy
Life in Chicago
Moving that cargo
Getting to it like Pablo
Large town Large dreams
Large house Large screens
Large guns High beams
Who getting
ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin'
The game is hurtin', and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
on the porch of the punk house.
Coffee and low tide smell and my life stretching out.
Spending hours each morning reading poems and staring off
and then
An Inspector Calls
He was drunk in a public place
The old bill didn't wanna see his face
Stood him up and moved him on
Off our patch and then we're
money to steal all they lunch
Uh, fuck these hoes, yeah, I don't give a fuck about your old town roads
Middle fingers up every time I pose, surfing
to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me that's what I'm sayin' (super sperm)
I
This is a public service announcement!
Get Your Fucking Kids, In The Fucking House
Get Your Fucking Kids, In The Fucking House
Get Your Fucking
This is a public service announcement!
Get Your Fucking Kids, In The Fucking House
Get Your Fucking Kids, In The Fucking House
Get Your Fucking
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