Lyrics:
tough, like a badman
They dont bother me
We murder
The stage at your town hall
We clean up the streets
Step down, step back, little badman
You dont
dirty town, look how I clean up
I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
Lit, lit, like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beater
Hoppin'
stress be released
Sun and moon is you and me
I don't know where to go now
Let's get up and go and get out of this town
Clean up and get ready get dressed
off your crowns
cnd get information
Put on your crowns
cnd get information
We ago change this around
Dem bad behaviours
Clean up the town
Of dem bad
sun-clean
Hunt around my small town and clean up the streets
Blood all over me and the boots on my feet
I can't forgive all the trauma I've had My mind is
the night
You make me start to think i should settle down
I would have long ago if I just knew how
But they keep making me go back into town
I clean up well
insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His
insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His
It's long past time to clean up this town
We're walking a tightrope high in the sky
And act like nothing could go wrong
Will we forever keep going on?
of revenge let’s clean up the town
First with justice then with forgiveness
Heed not to temptation
Love your brother man
Love your sister just the same
clean up the town
First with justice then with forgiveness
Heed not to temptation
Love your brother man
Love your sister just the same
Heed not
(Jules made the beat, hoe)
With my glock, Gilbert Arenas
Left the messy scene, boys who do clean up
Riding around town in a new beamer
Tense
insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made
insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A fool came around tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the lord's burnin' rain
A friend came around, tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
want is that respect
I'm riding around my town looking clean
Throwing up the deuce deuce
Or my shooters may blast your face off and then start asking
And our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he
sat down today in a high barber's chair
To hear the town gossip and clean up my hair
He said she was seen on the bus station stairs
With her suitcase
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people
up
She will come and meet you up
The perfect little slut
She will go down town then clean you up
She wanna fuck
Even after I nut
She rides my
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