Lyrics:
LA 187
En los Estados Unidos
Es de inmigrantes formada
De donde sacan los gringos
Que no servimos pa´ nada
Con la ley de Peter Wilson
Una ley
twelve, the Wilsons peter out
Sid and Joan drunk, dealing crazy eights
Miss La Rue's gone blonde and JB's got the gout
And the kids lay dreaming half awake
tune
Big up Peter, Bunny Wailer, Delroy Wilson
Bob Marley keep a show when he come from England And mek the two opposition leader dem shake hand
Dem
ball like I'm Wilson pockets on Peter Griffin
Upscale we winning going hard to the finish
I silence the critics I had to get it myself
The style is
det, nei gi meg heller
Klam luft i Bisletts kjeller
Femhundreogførtiseks meter
Jeg skal løpe til jeg møter St. Peter
Ikke kall det monotont selv om vi
Hydra wilson joined the team
Winter Soldier tried to kill 'em
Rogers couldn't understand his friend
Was now a villain
Helicarriers overridden so Hydra
To lift me out this debt that I've accrued
No one will be there to save me
I'm on my own shipwreck at sea
Wilson, Wilson
Strap it in cuz you about
Move with the flow in the wave
Got a bad lil vibe and she like to behave
Wilson
Ball like I came out the cave
I been locked in Lion you can tell by
than Aretha
Loving hip hop I got guns
Just like my nigga Peter
Black revolver the gold
Cylinder nine millimetre
More HAM but y’all don’t know nan nigga
and centerfoldin'
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can't stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly
and centerfoldin'
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can't stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly
dance, he dance the twist
Peter Parker dance, move to it move to it
Move the Wawazawa
Oh
Ted Moult, Moult, oh Ted Moult, he does the Wawazawa, oh
Herman
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing.
In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin
And Franklin McCormack on harmonica.
Over there, Eric Clapton,
singing]
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing.
In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin
And Franklin McCormack on harmonica.
Over there, Eric
be going mad
Hello peter, hello Paul
Saints and sinners, welcome all
Tommy cannon and bobby ball
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Consider, if you
must be going mad
hello peter, hello paul
saints and sinners, welcome all
tommy cannon and bobby ball
hello, hello, hello, hello
consider, if
dark Harlem
This for Carver, Jeff Wilson, AK's
11, 99, Johnson [?], they make cake
Blowing exotic in the tropics in a linnen shirt
Harlem till I'm in
be going mad
Hello peter, hello Paul
Saints and sinners, welcome all
Tommy Cannon and Bobby Boy
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Consider, if you
a freaky girl
Yea
I stand tall in a teeny world
I can't take ya , gotta me there
Fuck it Hit my slime get em Peter rolled
I can't entertain
All
inside of me
I look into the future
It's getting darker
I'm web slinging around
Peter parker
The truths always hidden in lies
Thats why people hide all
the sky in day or night
If you not ready don't try running can't try as you might
Lil boi thought he was a big kid
He don't want it Woodrow Wilson
Talking
Lawless
Mixed By: Michael Wagener for
Double Trouble Productions, Inc.
Engineered By: Duane Baron, Alex Waltman
Additional Engineering: Hans Peter Huber,
a world where all in one
(Paul O'Neal, David Joseph, Randy Nelson, Christopher David, Janet Wilson, Ryan Smith)
I want freedom for all not some yes I wanna
Sitting here wishing
Money Is the only thing
That I'm missing
They be dissen
For attention
Probably sit down
When you pissen
Used to fatter den Peter
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