Lyrics:
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
ch'boogie
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, ch'boogie
So take me right back to the track, Jack!
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live
ch'boogie
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, ch'boogie
So take me right back to the track, Jack!
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live
girls
And more pearls
I got a beat up old Mustang
And I painted it black
There's five in the front seat
And the rest in the back
Cruise up and down
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
choo choo, ch'boogie!
Woo woo, ooh ooh, ch'boogie!
Choo choo, choo choo, ch'boogie!
Take me right back to the track, Jack!
Gonna settle down by
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops
nobody knows
And even I can't teach you how to fly
But I can show you how to live like your life is on the line
You throw your head back, and you spit
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
a black dawn
Put your Wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm
You that wrong, get your Timberlands blacked on
Jungle fatigues bulletproof vests back
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Me)
Young dog right here, don't play (don't play)
My niggas gon' go if I can't (go)
Lil' cuz' can't
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
stare
Seven rooms, that's all it is, seven rooms of gloom
I live with emptiness, without your tenderness
And all the windows are painted black, I'll
back?
I got keys comin' from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred G's
I'm a street commando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
Ey, this is special what's happenin' to all my
All my soldiers over there in Iraq
Everybody right here
What you need to do is be thankful for
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
They
Run
See, say you're sad and reach by
So, say you're sad above beside
Oh, stay sad above beside
So, stay sad above we said
You know I don't
you a seh?)
As a boy slip him should be found in di morgue (right away)
Yo, Borderline (Timeless)
Dead body find (crime live)
A w'appen to dem dude?
y'all can't touch me
Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not
to run
But the movie kept moving as planned (Johnny wanted to run but the movie kept moving as planned)
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against
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