Lyrics:
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
we are sick of your rules
By the ink on my skin, you can see that im the real thing
Up the fucking punx, our sound is fucking strong
PROUD TO BE PUNK
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up,
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
Look at me
I'm a real punk kid
Follow the girls along the road
They look to see
I think I am in a dream
I run in the woods, I run the woods
Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
And it was time
To stand my ground
And as the gawks and stares bombarded me
You know, I didn't even
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
30 way To die I wanna Be Punk n Roll Star
Killing Emo Kid Because They're Bitch
Turn Loud The radio And Sex Pistols Singing
I Dont Care With all my
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin'
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
So how many little kids still wanna act like me?
I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (yeah)
And that's why these (what?)
Words sting just like you were
cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy,
to water down the flame
If punk is dead then you're the one to blame
A kid is not a nazi just because he shaves his head
A kid is not a commie just because
on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke, pow
These punks about to get hit by the best
I'm wearin' double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest
Hey, when c.c. rider was just a snot-nosed kid
I was already known for doin' what i did
The women all screamed as i walked by
My daddy would curse
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
at just the right time
Sneak up with a lethal injection and put him down like they did to my dog
I'm talkin' euthanasia (euthanasia), like kids in Taiwan
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