Lyrics:
JUNKIE TOWN LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
PERFORMED BY RcS KINKY
Yah man ah we no promote no bloodclat badness man ah reality we ah live inna,
Yah
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably delf, 'cause we all way
be up there watching the little kids come in and they would play the pinball ya know, and they would line up one by one to play the game.
The first
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you don't know where I am
You need a friend, yeah
Life ain't easy, in fact I know it?s sleazy
When you're the big man in town
Shakin? religions
knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
So I gave her up for music and the free
The place I work in. The worker by my side.
The little town or city where my people live and die.
The hello and the handshake. The air of feeling free.
always well.
He planted his corn in the month of June.
By July it was up to his eyes.
Come September, came a big frost.
And all the young man's corn was
it
We're going stick together make it better
We don't need it all we need is you
Days and weeks and months went by
The big boss called in a lickup town
Surrounded by unpacked cardboard boxes in my living room
The walls need a little paint and the floors have turned my bare feet black
I came here
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
Yo, yo
Y'all respect my tour bus
We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us
Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles
Show money, rubber
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
the ground
From the streets to the stage, we run the town
Big dawgs in the game, we holdin' the crown
Run after the opps like Shady McCoy
Cruze that's right,
the same dream
To find our place
And be part of a bigger team
In our little towns
In our bustling streets
We're surrounded by people
From all kinds of beats
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
I feel it
fiddle and banjo of course
Sliding that bow and picking those strings
My oh my what a feeling it brings
Hearts are real big in our little town
We know how
little bitty fight
You're drunk and broken hearted
And it's twelve o'clock at night
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by God you got
seventeen
Leaving town for our big city dreams
Knowing every detail from that rugged treehouse
Where a long time went by a little too fast
Take me away from
The inner-city was complimentin' Big Mouth
One Love, and Friends
The Five Minutes of Funk
Those days will never end
The Dynamix would break and all over town
All
THE THREE PIGS
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First little pig built
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House made of straw
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Then big bad
own shit, cause Rice is the truth
Extra manage loose, V-Town, Lil Bruce
Big DJ Goose from 72nd put me on
Now everybody and Cali want Rice on the track
see a big future in music
Hope I got the right mirror
Came up in the Nike era
Tryna be a mic terror
'Follow the Leader' dropped album
Was a light-bearer
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