Lyrics:
Can't cruise without
Country music up loud
Put any downtown street
In a backroad beat
Got me hollerin' with the windows down
Slow rolling, no place
down the mountain
With my mouth wide open
Wondering why
I thought about the ocean
Up along the pass
The snow was blowing
On Me And That Train
stone curtain rises and it opens on the gorge
The sun breaks the horizon as we roll into St. George
Another cup of Joe to go down at the El Bambi Cafe
shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition
My future position is determined by past decisions
So young George Bush, I'm
Reached up and caught it at your chin
Licked my fingertips
Wasting time
Let the hours roll by
Doing nothing for the fun
A little taste of the good
for you
I'ma stop and get some gas my baby
Give you time to freshen up my baby
And if you want just leave the door unlocked
I'll be creeping in by
Don't say "Rine," say "Rain"
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where
was a good dick sucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I'd die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby
younger
Come on, come on now
We gotta live it up
Never going down
We got our hands up rocking like a boat
Rolling with the flow
Poppin' like
the score
The fogarty boys have there huts by the shore.
There's railway stations, hotels and cafes
Churches, cathedrals where George Reinhold prays
When I get started rolling baby, there ain't no slowin me down.
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man,
Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by
My friends are gone I've got nothing to do
So I sit here patiently watching the clock tick
Yo, Roach, where di boy deh?
Teacha, see him yah
Yo, carry him ova yassuh
Yo, don't kill me fada, don't (shut up)
Cool down, sorry, fada (eeh?)
the money keeps rolling out you don't keep books
You can tell you've done well by the happy, grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down, figures get
doubles for Davy Jones
(And he got beaten up by Brian Jones)
He's so amazing you should see his walk
It just screams "Get in
There with the pop-stars!"
the worst
It was used by Charles I
(Quite informally)
And later by George IV
On a journey north
The state departments keep their
Historical renown
It's
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
fun
You're down for waking up and meeting someone
And you don't want to assume but you're sure that soon you'll be rolling on
They say you're lucky that
that’s the homie zig-zags baby no leaf
Acting like you know the Wizzle man
That’s my homie if that's gin nigga, pour me
Sippin’ slow
She go down slow like
If you’re sitting in traffic after work
And you wanna get them wheels rolling in the dirt
Trade your little toy car for a pick up truck
and Country
shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects
And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like
AVENGE GEORGE FLOYD
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT US
WHITE FOLKS—USE YOUR PRIVILEGE AND STEP UP
INSIDE FOLKS—USE YOUR CLOUT
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
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