Lyrics:
and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
shouting
Now that's clout man
Here to kill your top five don't start pouting
Ooo they're pouting
They've been mad since I dipped my toe in the game
Was
Everlast is on the rise movin through society
My voice is moist recitin choice vocals
Respected worldwide and feared by locals
Poppin junk out your punk
like Rog
[Imani/Citizen Strange]
Yeah, son zoom like the moon
You and your whole cartoon platoon
Gets eradicated, y'all barely made it
Listen
trynna fly this nine to five get me by
But won't get me to Dubai but still I keep my head high
Work on my career
I'ma get out of here
Quit and curse out my
new ride look and see inside
It got me prize it could be your wife
It could be awhile fore you get her back
She might get attached then might get a tat
returning
Law of attraction i get whats deserving
Yeah
Making moves like its the 70s
Groove to heavenly
See triple 6 im dodging that energy
Im in the lab til
bitch regular
Twenty-five cent won't get you nowhere
If you eat me you ain't coming up for no air
Bubblegum king
I swear to God I got no heir
You hoes mad
PARTY PART 2
Music and Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda & Johnny Elkins
Everybody bring your body to the party
The party won’t be comin’ to you
you crib
Explaining to your moms that's just the shit that you live
I lost more friends than I care to recount
Police beat a nigga in school and carried
"Get familiar"
"What's up everybody? This this Slim Shady"
"Representing" "Shade forty-"
"Five, motherfuckers"
"With Clinton Sparks ayo
Clinton
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Unloading on a track race car with engine revving
Truth thats as sharp as a razor by Mennen
Believe in Jesus your my dog and all dogs go
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
jammers
Sucker flammer laying down the line
See, my only occupation is to jam or groove
Don't blame it on K-Rino 'cause
Your girl won't move
Specializer
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
And get a tat on my face
I'm gettin' tats on my face
Ok got my respect bitches think I'm the man
Fucking nine to five
I think I'm bout to go in
And Get
complain"
She said, "That ain't a problem I'm wet
But first you gotta fuck my
Brain like a surgeon get your mental working
Like a 9 to 5
Before we get it live
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
Line for line bring it track by track
Fiends want it free better come and get some
Heat for the beat you know that'll done it
Creep on your man's how
lie, not try, so I lost faith
Then turn to her to keep the faith
She told me, take an occupation, or you lose your mind
And on a nine-to-five lemon,
Dirty shoes I feel like dancing in my dirty shoes
Ready to groove
Dirty Shoes I feel like Ive got nothing to lose
Were on the loose
Never really
Hype
Too Damn Hype
(Get down!)
Too Damn Hype
Too Damn Hype
Too Damn Hype
Here's where I end off, this is your funky send-off
You say we didn't
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
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