Lyrics:
I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep
I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep
I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep
whilst
I was on the district line and
Still I get these looks unproud
Tryna eat an apple on the underground
District to Central, Mile End
London is not my
on the underground
District to Central, Mile end
London is not my friend and
District to Central, Mile end
District to Central, Mile end
London it is not my friend
I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep
I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep
yo, Rocky!
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride,
underground, you're driving around
In lake districts
You're stepping around, it doesn't matter to me
'Cause it happens
It's magic, so what about it?
Yak! Yak! Yak!
Some are born to life
Some are born depressed
About it
Fall advice!
To parties underground
You're driving around in lake districts
underground
Thought he could disappear just so
Shopped by a woman on the block
To the men from the district tax invasion corps
Irregularities not unnoticed
Some
biscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Water coming from the underground
Dark earth giving all that will abound
The Plains were given by the Grandfathers
They're not driven by no
shit)
Now, listen up, class
(We want it, hey we want it, hey)
I've written my name on the chalkboard:
"The Southwest Strangla, Underground Lord"
If you
sturdy reaching up to the sky
Trowels smoothing surfaces making walls pristine
Utility lines underground keeping systems clean
Voltage vibrating through
my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt, I like crackin' brews with bitches
get my underground king on
DC Hip Hop get my you street on
Cops acting funny see they get they blue streak on
DMV we gone
Back into go mode
Back in
eyes on the highway
I feel like I can because I feel like I have to
The right thing is found at the root
The beauty is underground
How rotten or ripened
they want to talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the Underground alone I done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my
I play to win
And never conceded
A took a hundred losses
But remain undefeated
We underground yeah
Where all the weeds is
My folks'll tell you
the fuck up and play The
Joker's
Wild!
(Woo Hoo!)
Everybody smile!
Guess who's back on your underground dial! (who?)
It's the game show host
to the dead, & avoid havin the same thing
said about me, Xzibit stand underground
like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like
the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
Said about me, Xzibit stand underground
Like the roots of a tree, watered
Mencium bahaya dan memang harus
Ayo sini masalah benar ku masi haus
Berjudi di laut nasib tak brenti bertaut
1312 ku kepala batu
Masih jogal dari district
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