Lyrics:
Pyroman
Pyroman
Allô!
Masta ne touche pas mon téléphone
Plein de secrets dans mon téléphone
Numéros d'putes dans le téléphone
T'as gros
And slammed my car into a telephone pole
I ran to the car I said man you okay
He said yeah so I punched him in the face
The cops came up as if it was my fault
have to ask me how
Oh, oh
It is looking for my home
Please, stop ringing
‘Cause I know from where
The night call on my telephone
Oh, oh
Do you hear it
And slammed my car into a telephone pole
I ran to the car said man you're okay
He said yeah so I punched him in the face
The cops came up as if it was my
front yard
You make it kind of difficult baby you always make it kind of hard
I've been a walking the streets you see my car broke down
I tried crossing
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
You're slowly making me pay for
Things your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car (car)
Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank
You're slowly making me pay for
Things your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car (car)
Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank
of blunt scissors! hey-hey!
Yes, and in the parking lot across the street from the
One fifth avenue hotel (in between a pair of customized trucks where
my car?
I remember my first car, never forget it
A candy apple red IROC, windows deep tinted
Talk about fast like a rocket to drive
Went from zero
lonely bad guy
Call me Scarface I go out like Tony
I been gettin' off so much weight Like a nigga bony I been in the streets From Damen to Stoney
I been
much weight like a bony
I've been in the streets from Damen to Stoney
I've been traveling states boy I'm barely home
Always somewhere exotic yeah I'm
coming on strong
We used to hit the streets and go swimming in our birthday suits
Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped
13 stitches on the corner
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
packing
The home of the ghetto slangin'
And car jacking
Nigga, I ain't acting
I was brought up in this bitch
From the O.P's and all down
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out
Hey all you low riders that cruise the street
We've got one bad rap that can't be beat
With a beat that will blow our b-o-y Heads
Just give us
slowly makin' me pay for things
Your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car (car)
Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank
And you have
the cracked torn leaves
And led them safely across the street
Wondering what conversations
Pass through the telephone wires
Hung like cobwebs between all
JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out
release party at a
Store in Austin, only about an hour's drive from San Anto
So with friend Shorty and Turtle in my mom's car, we buy two 18-packs and roll
That's how I feel
Ride these streets alone
You know the deal
No one to telephone
It's sad but its real
I done did a lotta work on my own
Scratches
I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy
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