Lyrics:
you give us some relief?
Why don't you call the fire brigade?
Or maybe why don't you try shovelling the smoke up the chimney with a spade."
I
I had a love
And I had pain
Best believe
They come hand in hand
Cause I'm a soldier
For the love brigade
I'm prepared to do battle
With
at seventeen to join my first brigade
Many years ago
And I chanced upon a farmhouse where the woman took me in
She gave me food and wine she gave me
What's come to stay from the cannonball days
But a house and some clothes on the line
Fire the wave of your drunken brigade
The streets of New
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow
Little weapon
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macaw parade
find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
Yanked you now, pow
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A McCar
His mother and father get sprayed
Forced in the army, young killer brigade
Gets a new name then he give his nose glue
Til' his mind can't take what
but just minutes away
Was told to grab condoms from up at Wal-Mart and bring 'em with me
Soon as I enter, my cock's attending a chicken brigade
of an
Army brigade
And we'll be rising on the charts
Like a high-top fade
So just
Grab your partner and dosie doe
'Cause with the neat, chic beat
You're good
twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment
Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied
We're the love brigade
Sing serenades
Flying in G6 jets
Over woodland glades
These are canapes and not hand grenades
And that's the choice we
the field to get paid
Then you got to go lay in the bed that you made
It's Cash Money, it's the army brigade
And I'm spitting like I ate a grenade
I'm
brigade
Special One, CMG, Guerrilla Funk, we raid
Blaze through the competition and we all get paid
But keep it revolutionary each and every day .
of terror
'Cause you can get your posse and your armored brigade because I am not afraid
Oh, 'cause I'm the type of nigga that you never forget (What?)
of terror
'Cause you can get your posse and your armored brigade because I am not afraid
Oh, 'cause I'm the type of nigga that you never forget (What?)
All that, yeah! Gosh! Bringing back some.... I wanna go out and do it.
Based on a charge of the light brigade! Watch out! My goodness, woah, never has
trade
Every childs afraid, when his mother or father gets sprayed
Forced in the army, young killer brigade
Gets a new name, then he gets his nose glued
and shit
Wifin' the bitch, mistakes push brigade out of they mama
Doing her braids, living with mama for the rest of the days
Ain't seen the space, shit,
brigade
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Free loader licks my boots
Tells me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the Gravy Train
fifty, tell ‘em send the brigade,
whenever my pin out, homie I'm a grenade,
I'm from Compton, where niggas don't die of old age,
when you see son out,
the dance move
Every time I rhyme on a chic groove
Come on with the force of an
Army brigade
And we'll be rising on the charts
Like a high-top fade
So
Your spine cracked for tobacco, I'm the Marlboro Man, uh
Our past blastin' on through the verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand Shylock
Shylocked in, in on us
I saw what it had taken
Playing back that old brigade of mine
Everything was
England's glory something new
Somerset Maugham, Top Of The Form with the Boys' Brigade
Mortimer Wheeler, Christine Keeler and the Board of Trade
Henry
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