Lyrics:
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
back with a smile
Stop and look for a little while
Oh it's plain to see
The only thing missing is me
That's my house and that's my car
That's my
, you move it, it has been proven
We calm the savage beast because our music is soothin'
We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
We'll diss
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
Hollywood
Let's go to the hood and fuck with the haters
Then head to the Staples Center and hang with the Lakers
Number six is cool but number twenty four
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
I say let us put man and a woman together
To find out which one is smarter
Some say man but I say no
The woman got the man de day should know
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man
Well a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say
And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days
Up stepped
Well a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say
And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days
Up stepped
and we watch while the city lights go out one by one
Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun
Why is there blue sky
Why is there red sky
sow, get devoured by the same locusts
'Cause it's a hard row to hoe
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground is dry
But
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
on and nod ya head with me
(Yo, check it, yo)
It's just chick right, [Incomprehensible] makin' me sick right
Earth is worthless to her she be trippin' like
to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god bless
Just the type
they're usually my age
Does that sound like love?
It's a life dominated with lust
And for too long, they've been holding on
And finally, they just get
famons and the crazy crimes
Inflation of the nation, it bothers me
I better go gold, to pay the taxes
Gotta be swift society
The man whose made is
baby blow it like soup
I'm so hot I get paid to be cool
You not from my set then get out my section
Fuck your birthday, my presence is a present
To be fuckin' with me, and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite,
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man
And the maverick China man
with the cold-blooded sigh
And the girls down by the striptease shows go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing
and we watch while the city lights go out one by one
Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun
Why is there blue sky
Why is there red sky
could take it back
I wouldn't have done those silly things
(How do you do it?) Much more bigger man than me
(How can I repay you?) 'Cause you stuck
here
and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
up to here
lyrics have no dress code
from KRS to depeche mode
Kid I'm so cool you catch
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