Lyrics:
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
God it's sexy!)
This this step steppers come and steppers swingin
Most blacks back back-up what the hell we bringin
G-fine nearly singin, my rhythm hit
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
no I never ran
On my soul I'll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That's why every bottle I open I say "Amen"
Just
mothafuckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y'all mothafuckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y'all mothafuckers
White Stallions
(Chandler)
yesterday I saw my face
Pictured in the sky
As I gazed upon myself
My whole life flashed by
I heard the sound
the pleasures of the best things in life
By locking yourself in a box on a drive
Listen to the rhythm of the wild wind
Blowing in your ears
Listen to the rhythm
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
Where that chip at?
Prolly on your shoulder, 'cause I forgot to hit back
Left you on read, apologies I said
But often never meant, well fuck that, I
his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right nor wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies
of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
Gonna put this world back together again
Gonna put this world back together
On a great white horse the King will come riding
He's the One they call
white dress
Taking the space that belongs to you
42the floor
Silence breaking
Your power to great forced to hold back
Silent stones raining on our roof
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
the truth, just being honest (yeah)
You niggas better pay all your taxes and plus some homage (ay)
I'm in a white chinchilla ('chilla), eighteen wheeler
can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your
saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have
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