Lyrics:
doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to V.W's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well
a journal update
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash
thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still,
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
Dear Dad, don't get mad,
What I'm asking for
Is by the next semester
Can I get another car ?
This one here is sick'ning
On a wide dual road.
I might
a journal update
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash
a journal update
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash
in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee six by six
Six by the six that couldn't get fixed
Five
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
police, ah)
Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least
New plan, Stan
Slim, "chauvinist pig, drove in this big Lincoln town car
a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror, what did we see?
Fucking blue lights: L.A.P.D
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in the coonskin cap, in the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten
Maggie comes
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is
at a 135 miles per hour,
(Voom) there he goes now, car number 3, (voom) 4, (voom) 5.
A wreck!
A wreck in the park turn, a man skidding around,
Out
to have my pig go with me
We walked for blocks
I don't want to kill my China pig
His tail curls five times
In a circle 'round, ha it's glazed
He's got
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Fuck you, pig
Fuck you, pig
Fuck you, pig
Fuck you, pig
Put your
burial plot, at least
New plan, Stan
Slim, "chauvinist pig, drove in this big Lincoln town car"
Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge, big bro, it's for
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time, a story
man
Get up off my dick like a motherfucking slut man
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car
I don't get bored with a Chevy or Ford
With a V8 enginee and a 4 on the floor
And a naughty Maserati can't be
can’t lose them pigs, Billy Wilson
Time to make a mess
Turn your car in an aggressive motion
Accelerate into a 5 cars explosion
(And there goes
the Pigs
Their trough's big enough always filled to the top
Don't feed the Pigs
They get more than enough but they want the lot
Take a look at the world we
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