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[Performed by Lita Ford]
Went to a party last Saturday night, didn't get laid I got in a fight. uh-huh, it ain't no big thing. Late for my job
keys
Well hell why drive when you can stay with me.
And after while we'll sneak away from the bon-fire,
Walk by the moon-light and down to the river
There's nothin like bein in love an' starin at a big ol' moon.
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
Somebody had their rear end
listen to it
He the truth, nigga

At my bake sale
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lord, for heaven’s sake, hell
the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
To 'phatness' like this 
 
From one story the cowboy was founded 
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl 

From the Bay
clappers aimin at the wife

Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team
up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay

Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay

Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
In twelve million empty rooms
Waving their ghostly arms at the stars
And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon

Yeah they claw
I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
(myles goodwyn/steve lang)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi

I had a date, and the hour was late
I was hitch-hikin' in the rain
The cars were
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
get by
But the devil all in the way
We're just tryna' live right
But the devil all in the way

They say we living in hell here
Hell yeah, hell yeah
They
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
yeah
Yeah I had locked my heart
I was imprisoned by dark (I was imprisoned by dark)

You found me dressed in black
Hiding way up at the back
Life had
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of texas.
HELL YEAH!
If you can't tell by the way I talk
Then you sure as hell better
time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common
Tied to the beast
I'm just a small piece
Out here naked
It's a sacred ship
But step by step
I'm gonna save it
Heaven knows I need my crew
But how
the rapture
I'm closed captioned, boy I'm Phil material
(Yeah Francis Ford Coppola, E-Dub's the opener)
See you at your burial, "Wack MC" on your gravestone
can tell 
On the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch) 
Mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror 
Escape from the Box Pandora
(ian hunter/darrel bath)

(transcribed by colin ford)

On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin' sleeps
No one's pickin' up the pieces

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