Lyrics:
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
standing by the table and he looked really bad
Then Joe came by and looked at him
He said i warn you bastard skinny Jim
Later on Fists started flying in
wicked, I didn't check the rhyme
'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it
And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
the town like it's Halo (Halo)
But don't make a move 'til I say so (say so)
Drop a few hits then I lay low (lay low)
Ever since I been single
My side
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Can you picture me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
Cut school, made ten G
Thirteen, trying
day of my life
And I'll never forget
But the very next day I was doing bong hits
In the back of my friend's chevette
So don't tell me
We're winning
inspired by Kenzo
The roof is like Ghostface, can it be so simple
40 keys in a rental
My dogs bring it back, now you name a better kennel
I keep cash,
it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'
Shit in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's
And he'll be
K's
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Can you picture me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
K's
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Can you picture me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
went by the name of Big Jim
He was outwardly bold but he wasn't too old
He wanted somethin' more than the championship gold
No he was fighting for
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
I'm an addict
Hundred thousand dollars cash, let me have it
Vac seal 50
Hit my grandma's house and stash it
Cherry pie clones in the back of the Yukon
on the telephone
To tell her half of my head was gone
I just got hit by a great big brick
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
Mm hmm, my
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
it, now back
Hop, hop, hop, word
(Talking to fade)
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here?
Ghost showers got you by
the high road
Fuck that, I'm finna hit back
'Til I run out of gun powder and split the scene
Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze
And I shoot from
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