Lyrics:
Snuff the punk
I'm gettin' tired of you chump
Bass in your face
You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk
Boxers in your
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
to make time go by
There is only one thing that I miss there,
There is not enough punk rock shows
No place where the kids can get together
No concerts
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
the punk everyday
14 years old kids
Renewing the punk everyday
Fighting to survival in an ungrateful culture
Searching for information by irrational ways
the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink, then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk
A rock star Billy left the town
Punk rock kids, nowhere to go
No stop crime, every Saturday night
Punk rock city, here we come
We are Nicotine from
niggas don't do kung fu
By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
was black
Brought a crowbar in their pack
And those folk punk fools
You never can trust 'em
Well those dirty folk punks spent time by the train
When
When I was young there was a kid named Josh
He was a real punk rocker
He had two tattoos and wore a leather jacket
And he looked just like Mad Max
We
stay dominate
And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit
Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage
End up on my block saying we the savage
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why?
I'm a shepherd for the Pentecost
I got my scriptures and my wires crossed
I got no kids, and I got no home
They want us holy men to live alone
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
I've seen kids come and go
Year by year another
When I thought it was a
Belief for life
You can bet I'm in it for life
Punk we're in it for life
Punk
Punk, bitch
He's 1-inch small, but he want to talk tall
Trying to fight the law, escorted by a cop car
Love to run your mouth, till I give you
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink, then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk
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