Lyrics:
It's that old sound its that Charlie Sheen
It's that keep it dirty its that Medellin
See that's that Medellin
That's that keep it dirty, that's that
man?
Of course!
Can we gather a cadaver from the local morgue?
Charles, this is a secret mission
We can't go raising any suspicion
Luckily I know
man?
Of course!
Can we gather a cadaver from the local morgue?
Charles, this is a secret mission
We can't go raising any suspicion
Luckily I know
with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose,
Scheamin' on the meaning of a jazz thing
And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled
By those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed
'Cause when Betty
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
Charlie Maxine is alright
It ain't no worse that the violence of, say Jesus like
At least old Charlie took the blame
For all the violence we
With stars in them
With that Cris' in your clutch
Fooled by the bull, by the bull too much
How come we can't get into some bubble s***
Some of that old
Shut down
Nightlife
Your friends ain't gonna miss ya
Either is your sister
Day light
Drive by
I know I should've kissed you, I know I should've
She's a real looker
They say her old mans a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather and at this
Rate we'll never get her"
Fellas, think it's time to call
I heard an old song playing on the jukebox
Ol' Otis singing about life down by the docks
It was an old familiar tune, one that leaves me sad, leaves
for this here ring
Overseem just stop the fighting
Quarantine aye ya
Mr.clean aye ya
Niggas nasty got disease like Charlie sheen aye ya
Got
My bitch tastes like cucumber juice
Your bitch tastes like Timberland boots
My bitch gets fucked in a new coop
Your bitch gets fucked by any old dude
Listen, regarding you music and your playing, can you give me a little
background on when you started and how you started and how this
happened
of shit
Charlie says
"My office, let me see you? team work
Couldn't be you? add this to
Your list of to do's"
Mentality of a postal worker
With prostate
sent her away
I am so tired
Charlie play me
One more tune
This ain't the city, man
I've got no rhythm section
But with this compass
I'll find us some
You have to listen to DJ's from the old age(days)
No matter where you're from this music's gonna play
Might be on your soundcrash on every Friday.
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
of my life
Cigarettes and cheap white wine
Getting off my head for the millionth time
Charlie’s standing by my side
Turned my head
Looked him dead in
It was all right there in front me
While on a club kid's high
On old folder labeled photography
With naked photos inside
Acting as if it were not
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
noticeable again
The rebirth was instant
Saying final goodbye to my old credo
Where is the nightlife cult
It was supposed to be underground by now
The torment
Bodiez...Bodiez.. Bodiez Bodiez Bodiez...Bodiez..yeh bodiez on top of bodiez x 4
Charlie Clips
Don Gramur, what up? Uhn..Charlie Clips
Look..you
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