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[Intro: Fresh Prince & Woman]
Yo, yo, yo, baby
Oo!
How bout some fries to go with that shake?
"Sorry, I'm on a no fat head diet"
Excuse me gal
Would

leave em on a flyer
Had to tap the rat nigga down he came with a wire
That boy crashed the whip left em leaking on the street
Nigga couldn't get up lost

Bust down rollie yatch master
Flip it sport so I can go faster
Name brand pouring up big sprite you pouring up big shasta
Niggas leaning off pretendo

Hello to you, good evening
By the end of the night you'll be dreaming
Keep up that occasional stare
I like the way that you do up your hair
I'm

So I was walkin down the street the other day and...
Tell us how it was
Okay, okay
I was sittin' on a park bench the other day
Not a care in

Im at a level where you Klowns Might never reach
Feeling like Obama 08 his presidential speech
Time heals all but don’t those hurt to Walk in
I kut

Basketball jerseys and all that was poppin'
Football jerserys
I used to go out there and buy the jerseys and Imma come back to school
But I was

hand
It's you and what arm-y?

You underestimate a jutsu with
Your street fights
'Cause on your inside you're
A pussy no-mean lion
I summon toads that

direction, holding firm
You start to squirm as I set the term
You wig out just like a bad perm
Gettin' hit by these bad germs

Spittin' out like a street

Now you wanna go somewhere different
Fuck that, I'm stayin here
Aye,  I just been feelin' a way And I just been feelin' alone
And I just been feelin'

Don’t say that the world is out of touch.
We’ve all seen the signs and we've had enough.
All the money, it brings hatred.
We’re all bound by

believe because the boy fresh that I got it through crime
So everywhere I’m pulling up they must stop and harass
Wetin go sup when school’s finished and no

Trapping through the streets yeah I'm feeling pretty good
Dropped four mollies now we rolling rolling down the neighbourhood
I can't sleep my thought

Labourissuesinthetoydepartment

Dillinger Four

Situationist Comedy

Know your place"
It's like a voice
That won't go away
Live vices we hold to tradition
Like children not allowed to across the street
Starving

Gin Guzzlin' Frenzy

Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper

Bo-Day-Shus!!!

1987

door
But you won't hear me bitching, won't hear me moaning
Gonna mosey on down the street and go back home

Messed up for an hour or two
Then you

the Street if you able to ken my lines ill shoryuken rappers like ryu
But yo shoes still clean i could tell we aint down the same road Of struggle
You aint

This is our sound 
When we ride these streets this is our town 
Girl let your hair down 
This is our sound 
Screaming that shit out loud like 

This my

all the dishes breaking plates on the floor

The neighbors cried from down the street
We’ll call the cops if you don’t turn down
We’re starting fights

-give her this dick
I tote big clips calling up the wall and they never far away all the gansta’s by the store
they all down the block
I can smell them

eyes, baby, you blew my mind
And all the tears that you cried was it to hide your lies, I don't know
And baby I was part of the show

And now it's time

lift my spirits i'm feeling down hold on
Reality don't hit until you loose the grip
Of the love that you had between you and him 
You and him were

curled

The time we enjoy is here
So, I'm walking down the street that's full of cheer
The kids now, they don't fight
'cause Santa's coming down

People say we live in a capitalist society and that capitalism has gone wrong
We don't live in a capitalist society, we live in a crony capitalist

down the street
One headphone on I'm jamming to beats
It synchronize and become apparent to me
I'm in the place I need to be
He strung out
The beat pick