Lyrics:
. smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
the leopardskin upholstery
He trundled along to Paramount
To hand Cecil B our hopeless opus
My work was over i was feeling no pain
Locked up like John the Baptist
down
Just bow and pray And then give it all up
And know everything's gonna be okay
Just throw your hands up
And then wave them left to right
come a little closer if you can
just forget your fears
come to me
cause where I want to be
is closer to you
put your little hand into my hand
[Dialogue]
First they dropped the bomb
Then came the disease
Then death
This our world
Your world my world
I like this
could call it the swine flow
Box hataz, on my coner got Wyclef
I push your mind right cause I don't throw no weak left
Every hit is a knock out punch
came
one tribe
Feel the vibe that I'm bringing
Throw your hands up in the
Air and keep 'em swinging
I'm sick and tired of letting cats win
And people putting
[R.O.C.:]
Just a young muthaf**ker from the street
Forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer
Throw your hands up ni***, yeah
About 20 years ago, on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with The Gambler, We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' through
Hennessy and some Alizé)
You can run the streets with your thugs (we finna eat that food, smoke a lil' blunt)
I'll be waitin' for you (lay up in the bed)
throw your hands up in the air
How many people got Nike's on?
If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air
If you don't got Nike's on
I
]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
I got hoes in Minnesota, I'm a vikin'
Fuck whatever gang you throw up, I'on like it, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh (huh, huh, huh)
I'm not surprised
I
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
, on your knees,
Swim up high, only please come on back to me.
On a mule, in a jet, with your hair in a net,
In a shower wet, I don't care.
This is where
'll probably end up crippled after this, come on
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody join together
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you
It's sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else
It's sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
CAPTION: '?15' (which flashes on and off
Quickly)
Presenter So Mrs Teal...if you send us ?15 by return
Post, please, and your husband Trevor, and your
the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I would give you
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
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