Lyrics:
eyes
Right then I was held up
Girl, I was held up
I was held up by Billy the Kid next door
Yes, I was held up
My heart was held up
I was held up by
back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your
'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night
Raid the coolers in
door and Red goes up the stairs
The Kid is ragin' mad, he's breakin' bottles, kickin' chairs
And from a roof El Paso Red has vowed to pay me back
As he
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
get with you
Lay up and spend cheese, Malibu breeze,
Pop bottles on the regular,
I toast the good smoke, meet your kin folks,
And try to get next
to duck
But half his face landed by me bloody fried as fuck
People shootin up like bottle rockets nothin can stop them
Your starin at the floor catchin all
neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] sorry bout the noise last night
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
promises no more?
Say you'll be home by twelve, come strolling in at four?
Out went the girls, but you leave with the guy next door
Can you fill me in?
all that noise, be there in five
In a 4x4, settling down
With them girls next door
Still wild as a whiskey shot
Straight out the bottle in a parking
Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF
Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left
Hit the basement, go through the replacement door
Come up in
future?
Down on the corner sits a broken man
Lives by the bottle swears "never again"
Lost his money on the dogs and gin
Now he looks for his supper
got divorced
Story continues below
Left the kids with the girl next door
Parked her car at the county court
Round and round 'bout the child
protected as the next war comes?
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
Her shining dream plays in my mind
By the rockets red glare
break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smoking endo
Fiends kicking
Kids
Hey
Kool-Aid and frozen pizza
It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa
Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas
This weed
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all paid
thought it through, you fool
The genius next door was busing tables
Wiping clean the ketchup bottle labels
Getting high and mumbling German fables
Didn't
freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead,
He'll never last,
heard
Not even the sound of a bird
Singing it over again, telling a different story
Never the same as before
See the summer going out by the door
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
only a boy named Charlie,
A Boy Named Charlie Brown.
He's just the kid next door,
Perhaps a little more,
He's every kid in every town.
Well the world is
what I'm sayin
[VERSE 4]
I may not got no flow
But I ain't pimped by no negro
Backed by some
Cracka wit
His ass by the door
Therefore
I can never be
I came I saw
I conquered all
Khule ka Gogo
ITv ya next door
Sina fokol
And manje s'nqono
Ma u sdlelu mona
'So shiva ne mkholo
Ngithi nawe uya
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