Lyrics:
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
get another round
With a little bit a ice and a lot more Crown
Keep it strong with the clowns when I'm in your town
Bet it all goes down, 'cause I
Yeah
Infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to cause mass hysteria
Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little
I put it to you clear while
To the lapel of my dress
I swallow this is it
The door to the left of the
Clerk's temporary desk is open
I can feel the bodies of
The other families behind us
Skylines
Crashed some party in the Hollywood hills
In bright lights
Small talk, more drinks, more casual thrills
Let's get out of here and
Find
Got yourself a dog and a little house
Got yourself a job, oh, you should be proud
And Jesus says you can marry now
So tell me what the hell's all
let's take it little by little day by day what's meant for us will come our way
We'll never know only time will tell let's take a chance it might end up
Gray skin and yellow fins
Our new cosmopolitan
Invade
We’re afraid
Alien adrenaline
Rains down in Washington
God send
And he sends us one by one
Walking down the street with a beat in my head
Thinking about what he said/she said
Silly little game called giving a shit
About something that is
bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (C'mon)
(C'mon) Bring me some more ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you
just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
the right frames designed by erudition
Now I see things clear through Christ
You see there is a problem in here, lies
You see there a G in us, and we are
This is a motion picture
Courtesy of The Emcee
With an original score, by the Golden Child
I wanna tell y'all bout my first time
I know its kinda
a little bit more too it
Means a little bit more to us
There's a little bit more too it
We don't all sit around just talkin' 'bout the weather
And some
Left in the land of green and gold
Happy ever more and never more to see
The place we were bought and sold
Where we sound great in stereo
Happy where
their little lives
They get outta their hot wheels cars, and into their little homes
Never see the watcher up here all alone
They're selling us
one, slide on top it
When I rap melodic
Clean as some chrome with polish
Brush up my rhymes, flawless
No more cents on the dollar
And I ain't got
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (C'mon)
(C'mon) Bring me some more ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
apart
Your so famous name across the skyline
I think I'll, go to sleep tonight
By myself
By myself
By myself
One more time for the people in the back now
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