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Not the Same Old Song and Dance (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Same Old Song (Brantley Gilbert) · It's the Same Old Song: More Songs of the Motor City (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Same Old Song (Sev) · It's the Same Old Song (The Four Tops) · It's the Same Old Song (The Four Tops) · Same Old Song (Sev) · Live at the California Jam, 1974 (Deep Purple) · Live at the California Jam 1974 (Deep Purple) · Live at the California Jam (Deep Purple) – and 90 other albums »


dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song

In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we
of jams that has to be
Pumped till your ears get sore
Live from Brooklyn out to the the California sea shore

We can give rock and roll
To get on down with
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat y'all
Old school jams the party people used to dance to I recall
Summertime in Philly, my age about a dozen
drive over anything except for a two story pick up truck right in front of it
Now even the highways look the same, Star Bucks and 711's a Walmarts jam
of a single 
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though 
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row 
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
a vocalist
But man does not live on bread alone
What good is a Range/range when it's time to head home?

Chorus 2x

[Common] *during chorus on the second time*
of a single 
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though 
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row 
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
back then, I was just sayin' my name

I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
body rock.
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
America gone plastic 

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth 
He's hitching himself way down south 
To learn a little black and blues 
From old
whom I didn't hear anything original
Claimin to dance better than those that created the Kickstep
(Is he stupid?) yup, yup
Bitin that chant from an old
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And next on the mike is my man Hank
Come on, Hank, sing that song

Check
the culo
Slam yo' a** and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo
Come back, cop a 6 with two-do'
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
body rock.
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And next on the mike is my man hank
Come on, hank, sing that song

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