Lyrics:
family, you can't sleep at night?
You either work or sell work; can't be a bum for life
Took some losses in the past but moved on with life
Like man, got me
We're all criminals waiting to be called
We've got shackles to keep the laws
Made by men who bought and sold themselves with not a prayer to keep
all the men
to stay away from her bed.
She’s a fine, fine woman,
with taste like a bum
But I guess that’s why she loves me
like I’m the only one.
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
back helplessly and watch the world descend
Into chaos curated by suited men
And they all look like me
But oh, something has to start making sense
way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war
Now
Women seduced by it
Men taken with its stare
It's oblivious
To my needs and fears
Moving at its own pace
Climbing up the walls
I give it everything it
sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works"
I screamed, "Ow! My appendix feel like they could burst!
that men have died for to protect
The women and men who have broke their necks
For the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn
Even though I'm high I float right by right in her lap
That bum bum fill it in her butt
You said that condom been about the bust
I play my part and chill
Because you see
The women they tell lies on me
And the men they just don't mean me
No doggone good
Every time my telephone rings
Some lady trying
about it
We talk all night and we`re all turned on
We believe we heard him singing his song
Telling us all there was work to be done
And everyone
the Bronx!)
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
the hell I'm from
'Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is
Shine!
Let it shine before all men.
Let 'em see good works, and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord.
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Hurricane
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bum bum bum
Bum bum bum
Bum bum
good men in life
Men who would stand by 'em
Through thick and thin
Men who would go to work every day
And bring home their hard-earned pay
Men who would
Rough hands
Dirty work
Know I'm sweating
By the stains on my shirt
Good men
In bad times
They think they own me
But this city is mine
I gotta'
work in overseas
At ease with the doggy, and smoke some weed
Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me
Baby, this is presidential really
A pocket
laughter
Forced going to see the Nutcracker
I tried to block it from my mind
Think fast! What reason can I find?
Got work to do
I'll fake the flu
No
with the edge?
Is hope hanging on by a thread now?
Does it feel like the angels are dead?
When the darkness is too dark to handle
And the bridge
back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That's nobody's
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