Lyrics:
not be able to recover the legal fees
Paid by them, behalf
J. McCarthy, approximately ten-fifteen days
I got down, I was depressed
It was Doctor
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
these are the days of decision
The games of stalling you cannot afford
Dark is the danger that's knocking on the door
And with far-reaching rockets,
One, two, three, four, hey
Bend your back by the light o' the sun
You come to the business
You're the number one, ooh yeah
When twilight
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river
The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM!
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door Benzes make my fee
On the regular
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three
on me
Going around door to door, setting off alarms
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop
[Run]
Yo! D.. J.. Run! D.. Mmmmmmm C!
Yeah, what? Kings, of, rock!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Echo tech, b-boy down..
I want to rock right now
many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
Give me three minutes, maybe four, she be wantin' to marry a nigga
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Start running for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound
a bag of spanners.
She told him she'd four children in the cemetary by the creek,
She forgot to tell they was down there playin' hide and seek.
parents hands were on me when they wed
I'm like a member of the family
Three generations have handed me down
I'm in the drawer by your bed
I'm still
Three days of snow out in Birmingham
Thought you would wonder where I am
Called up your number all night long
No consolations on the telephone
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
The creaking stairs were very loud
And you dragged your outstretched fingers
Down the walls and all the windows
And I went first and held the door
It was
and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again
Which should cause several husband's alarm
I'll hop down off the shelf and toute suite
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