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With some amazing songs and
Some a little lame
In most pre-punk histories, Peel gets forgot
Cause he was a hippie singing songs about pot
But his second
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
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
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
niggas on top, couple seconds on the clock
I got my, I got my city on some
Glitter punk pop shit, I’m a rock bitch
Shorty wanna fuck me, baby girl know I’m
sighed) Rolled her eyes
I could tell by her tone
That I was going home alone
I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wanna play pop punk, baby
Bloody my fist up
Cuz I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die
We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
punk rock iz comin',
you gotta take warning
if you want to keep it alive
after next morning
punk rock iz comin',
life is boring
we need the punk rock
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
at
This point in rock history, punk Rock
(while still sacred to some) is, to me
Dead and gone we just wanted
To pay tribute to
Something that helped us
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
veins
Threading courage through the hole in my heart
To finally stitch a sentence together
I hold my breath for seven seconds
Six
Five
Four
I hold myself
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
else had their punk rock bags and T-shirts and stuff left alone. Just me, the gurl, the gurl with the shiny pink bag. The police man at pre-sent 51 were
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
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