Lyrics:
the spit and beer
Scrape off the mud
This is car-crash love
Scrape off the mud
This is car-crash love
F. Scoot screams at Zelda's feet
And it's
motherfuckaz future's lookin dim
A are-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a P-are-O-D to the you-see-T
Reel Life Product's what I spelled our very seldom yelled
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president ...
Carter power will soon go away
I will be F
states
With her name on it for disturbing the peace
The f.b.i. even had a file
And the security of the nation.
can't you see by the look in our eyes
That
love you just..
What the f--
kingdom will come.
F is for fighting, R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land
plane crash, j.f.k. jr.
That was the world, my heart goes to ya
[peaches/(magic)]
Makes me wanna get away
(I wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
shots, shakin and fakin
[f.t.]
Who callin me out? I'm all about triggas and toast
Bitches gimme pussy, 'cause my dick is bigger than most
Niggas is dose,
is a no no (no no no no)
nation wide outlaw call me Han Solo (Han Solo)
M-A-F to the I to the A (to the A)
no matter what you say I'm a still get
This is the DAT
"Break it down for me"
And this is the DJ
"B-b-break break it down down down f-for me"
You make the choice
forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz want to switch me
"Hardcore, far more than the average"
[Rock]
M.F.C.!!
Hey
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up
Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond
Word up, M-F-see, hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this nigga son,
F-L-I-N-T, that be creepin on Dayton Ave
Bang to the boogie of the motherfuckin punches
Been ridin on these and them hoes come in bunches
All up on my
it,
'f I just knew what I wanted to do, then I'd do it,
Won't take too much now to help me get through it, naw.
But I'm gon' be needin' some money,
Stick it up her arse
Maggie said community charge
You better watch out the governments at large
You don't fill it in f50 fine
So you better send it back
Sometimes I find F can't do the things to keep you
Out of my mind, I need a drug to help me forget you
You can't deny this from me, my pride
I
but they wasn't around me
They just want me for my f-a-m-e
Or my money, maybe my body
Or just because the way I rock the party
I don't know but man,
stuck, f**ked
I ain't trippin' though
Yeah my money's sittin' low
But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store
And clothes on my back,
The only one that's gonna swing them thangs
Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With the gun safety on F'n
Fuck the whole world loc
I'm bellin
[Chorus]
Nemesis flick of the wrist free-stylist
renegade plane with no pilot
enter the dog fight F16 I read your specs
I know the inner working of your machine
kingdom will come.
F is for fighting, R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land
hurt my feelings, man
(Would you f-)
Look man, I soaked that shit in gasoline man
Chaos Theory, man. Don't expect it now, right?
(Mother-)
Take
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
to you every f***ing single night
You get yourself into a little sticky icky situation
Head back to Texas
(outro)
So where my girls at? Texas
You know
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