Lyrics:
the flag on the little red schoolhouse
Like the ball on election day,
Like a brass spittoon, and Daniel Boone,
It's strictly USA.
That is to say Bud!
multi-purpose insulation
Air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors
Tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors
of brass
In the world you had made, they made you an outcast
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot
have a brass band at the station gonna let 'em know what the united nation
I'm a gonna roll out the red carpet when you come home
Well I think I hear
diamond ring turns brass
Pappa's gonna buy you a lookin' glass
If that lookin' glass gets broke
Pappa's gonna buy you billy goat
If that billy goat don't
of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres
fiending to take those
Move slow, I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose
And I heard you keep a banging hammer, golden brass
Diamonds embroideries that was
hard and shit, if you know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses
Familiar words at the top of the hour
The jamming city increases its hum, and those
Terrible words continue to come
Through brass music of government,
of brass
The french cook served them chocolates
And some cold cuts on the grass
Louilla ripped her zebra pants
In the polo lounge
And errol flynn was not let
other music can compare
When the bass starts walkin', it fills the air
You know that the sass of brass has made it last
And it's the groove of blues
the place
Poor Johnny One Note
Yelled willy-nilly
Until he was blue in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Couldn't hear the brass
Couldn't
the place
Poor Johnny One Note
Yelled willy-nilly
Until he was blue in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Couldn't hear the brass
Couldn't
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make
and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
Senoritas,
the dawn
I am the tide, the oceans sing
I am the anchor, I hold the brass ring
I am the action, the deed of our king
I am the static goodnight
You make me
of brass
In the world you had made, they made you an outcast
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot
sings to me
Of Marianne and sweet Suzanne
I know that I would rather be
The singer than his muse
When Dylan says lay lady lay
ccross my big brass bed
I
sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's El Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
constant, constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant
Constant, constant
Constant (yah don't stop)
Bring the tracks out, bring the brass out
I go
criminals
The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral
The scope is on the rope, claws on the table
Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable
And it's
the bad, I can even sell trash
I'm a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta
them back again
One more dance in the night
One more chance to get it right
One more grab at the brass ring that's flying by
One more toast
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