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When you're haunted by the demons that'll never let you rest
Not shy in front of crowds, but shy in front of just one guest
Not dumb enough to win
the street

Underfoot the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting

(White, white heat)
But I'm still not in
shake you pussy's up, I'm her vibrator, hahe,
Keep getting money like hell yeah,
This sh-ts so good it don't even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that
plain to see
I couldn't tell you if it's gonna change the world
But I hope to hell it's gonna change me

I am waiting for the next big thing
I'm
plain view
Its funk dude nigga bring me the doctor This black magic world white collar

I gotta get out, out of California
New World Order, New world
the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater
motherfuckin' song niggas
(last shit niggas!) and I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
It's
motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S
give a fuck about none of why'all! 
Big ballin' ass BO$$ takin' two to 
Ya head with a sawed off shotgun 
Give it up 'cause I'm one crazed bitch!
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
the favorite tunes

And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
girl that I fucked
And I can really remember how bad it sucked
And I can remember the day that I took that vow
To bring the world the wicked shit
Yeah, we wanna star in an eighties movie
American brat pack members, truly
Yeah, we want big hair, permed and curly
So we can wear shades, looking
down for white class
Before it was cool to be white trash
You can't change the world so why try
Watch them chains to tidies
From fist fights to drive bys
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives
Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me want to grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip
we come together 
So we can let the world see 
From the beaches of Cali 
To the wheatlands of the plains
His love is yesterday, today, forever
Only bad's half as good as dead,
I can't go any faster, stuck like alabaster,
White as I know.

We stand in lines of old, staying cold,
Swallow all
A heartless killer in rattlesnake boots
Some say that he went down to the crossroads...and bent down on his knees
He sold his soul to the big bad black

Lost in
from where you rob Peter to pay Paul
I'm yelling fuck the world I woke up with my dick hard
Big dog, big broads all in my circumference
Pussy on lock
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool 
Catching a suntan and everything's cool 
Male or female  you want to be set 
In the big mansion
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that
Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me want to grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,

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