Lyrics:
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
place of the world
It is falling down, like none other
This album, it speaks about every hint
Of what's happening around
The world and how to stop it
It
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
everynight
he brought sweet harmony into our lives
You could tell when he'd sing about Mama
By the tears in his eyes
His voice would sound all lonely & down
(Woo)
Liquor by the cases, man, it's goin' down
At the Boosie Blues Cafe (Hey)
Where the women on they A game, for real
'Cause the women, they be
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
What's new today on TV
Radio
This is Radio Transmission
The new album by Chicros
Out October 2008
On Chicrodelic Records
Radiotransmission
Once we
a barfly's nose,
Back alabama roads, the Grand Wizard's robes, red as china,
Rubies, leather bridles, stirrups, red as sticky gooey syrup,
Red as cavier, mars,
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
do something
And let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis
In the history of this country"
Guess it's gotta come down to this
In order to see things for
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