Lyrics:
(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
youngins say keep it going
All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three piece
am laughing in your face
If you didn't believe me today
This hard rhyming rock is getting so fast
Faster then the movement of your hand
I can see your
the movement
Its up and its boomin
You suckers iz losing
Fcuk Iz u doin
Fcuk Iz u doin
Fcuk Iz u doin
Suckers is losing
Come fcuk wit the movement
Its up
like my trailin' hound I was gonna be a daddy after all
Now the waitin'
Anticipatin'
Rock-a-bye
I'm gonna be a daddy now!
Well the weeks went by
three of the basic elements of every single children's song.
The first element is simplicity, so that the child can understand the song.
The second
scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 aint tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
the foolishness!
The love movement, we explored
And brought to you, Spooks sittin' by the door
[Chorus]
[Vers 3 - Chali 2na]
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings
Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs
From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band
To haulin' boss crude
the park,
She took Emma by the hand,
They've got a lot in common.
I'll leave them to do what they want,
I'll leave them to do what they need to,
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
cooking too much baking soda
B12, rock selling niggaz vacation's over
Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit
Whenever holding case, the cops
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
Five, four, three, two, one
Come on everybody, gotta move your feet
We're gonna rock this town with a brand new beat
We got a new attitude
Slow down put your soul on cold
Cause tonight is the night that we take control
Got the taste for the Westside feel my role
Hot pop throw a rock
to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
The hip hip
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides
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