Lyrics:
of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eat time, me and my niggas
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
wd40 on my petal
Those who've lived by the mirror died by the devil
Buddy got shot
Buddy got dropped
Buddy got put in a pint box
Buddy is shocked
Buddy
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade
The newsboy
Well, I've got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonie-rat buddy for a year in 'Nam
He said, I think my country got a little off track
Took
Well, I've got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonie-rat buddy for a year in 'Nam
He said, I think my country got a little off track
Took
to drop him off
I see you trying' to hide that fire inside
But your hold me back's almost gone
Yeah it's about time I let cowboy know
That I'm a going
new
It really hurts to be hurt by you
Lost my job to no one
Lost my baby to another man
That's what I get for going to 'Nam
Give my life to my country
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old
time in L.A.
My back home buddies, they quit callin'
Thought I had too much on my plate
But last night we cracked some cold beers
And cranked Eric
the fire, I sip hot cocoa tonight
It makes me feel all right
It's Christmas time (cocoa, cocoa)
Jigsaw puzzle with my buddies
Tonight is our big night
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
[Trick
fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy
thinkin' with your
arcades of me as a sure-fire start to something
long haul
don't get by winkin' to your
parades of me as you tear yourself apart
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the riverside
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
Can't take the heat don't feel the fire
She difficult to reach but I'm harder to find cause
She don't know me by my name
She just know me by my aim
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
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