Lyrics:
the city never sleeps
Then that makes two, yeah
And the pavement is my friend
And it will take me where I need to go
'Cause I find it trips me up
to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
The pavement is my friend (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It will take me where I need to go (oh, oh, oh, oh)
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to papa big momma 'cause your
Daddy's drunk I want to pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp
Make you
is done.
There are people who hesitate, but corned-beef makes them cheer
When it's night-time in Italy and Wednesday over here.
When it's night
And dedicated to his paper, G's up
On his bitches hard as fee's up
And if the law-boys pull him over he wont freeze up
He got the heeta fa heeta in the keys-ah
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
I'm tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
talking and walking just to work you up
She'd die for your love, but your love's only mine, boy
Yo sigo tranquila, like I'm on a beach in Anguilla
makes your body just and your mind just go to another
(Yo, but hold, money you is talkin' too much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (talkin'
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
a priest but Pucci tripping
Gucci flops on my feet so you know the bitch is flipping
Foo Fighter green on me its hard to make decisions
Highway to Hell I'm
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
say, "Breathe deep breath"
I stand over the body, hit the boy in his chest, "Clear!"
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause your boy up
say, "Breathe deep breath"
I stand over the body, hit the boy in his chest, "Clear!"
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause your boy up
sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
I
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
up
Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty
Thats why nut is drippin all over your body!
You know what’s up! BR and BI get cream
People always
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise b-boys
Well, it's another one, in the gutter one,
found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
For talking how
oh oh, oh oh
stop being cool oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
night time running in and out of cars
im treading on on my nervs
i wont make up a fuss
cheer boy is
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