Lyrics:
feel me y'know fuck this sergeant general
When they peoples be lookin' like that indo
Viktaa barren, purple kushdo
Smob with me I'm tryin' to told ya
It bein' on a monday morning, it bein' our pay day
We met Sergeant Jenkins at our goin' away
He says to Pat Reilly "You are a handsome young man
pale applause, each to his revolving doors
Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet
Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose
he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air
And the sergeant said look up ahead
family, pale applause, each to his revolving
Doors.
Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude
So sweet.
Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose
"How's that?"
If the sergeant wants a cigarette, treat him right,
Set fire to your draft card, and offer him a light.
When you see the eye chart,
the hand that fights you'll feed
Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down
National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees
at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see
passion for rappin' or axin'
So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'?
What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
I'll be
called Sergeant McRae
"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Come down, Red Molly to his
And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile
They never did catch that rhino
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
a man, a Sergeant-Major Lush
And he has got to be obeyed (Yeah!)
And in a voice just like a little thrush
He says I'm idle on parade
Now, when they
on pushin'
Keep keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
the motherfuckin' sergeant nigga
Beauty pageant-ass niggas on the runway
(Boyz N The Hood) till they see the nigga in that red Hyundai
Blow his fuckin' back out,
race
Six-white horses like the wind are running
Five are far behind
The captain lost his daughter
The sergeant lost his mind
The soldiers
heart.
I called up the police and they came around
Three days later and very brought down.
The sergeant he gave me this hysterical croak.
Says, "What
Sherlock Holmes and old Sam Spade
They got and old Blackie
Sergeant Friday Charlie Chan
They got nothin' child on me
'Cause no matter where she hides
Man
to those held dear
Oh dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead, guess it's glad
on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Captain, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man army move in on your squadron
(oh)
I run it like a drill sergeant, til the people tired (ay)
Are you ready, ready, ready, ready, ready, ready
Are you ready, ready, ready, ready,
to his balls
Bare-butt, naked in my tennis shoes
The nighttime sergeant want an interview
They push us out like livestock
"Ain't no talkin' while I'm
the sergeant"
And who I are isn't really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends, yellin' out "unpark it"
And I'll
(oh)
I run it like a drill sergeant, til the people tired (ay)
Are you ready, ready, ready, ready, ready, ready
Are you ready, ready, ready, ready,
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