Lyrics:
my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete
To lift our hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is
turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday
my hips
If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips
By the way if you see my Dad
Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag
(Chorus)
Hi
downside, outside, sailing on by
Out of my reach,out of my hands
Out of control, trouble man
I've been so far in all directions as you can get
I ain't never
Up in the highest of heights, O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours, this land is mine
I see the captain in red and Cairo at his head
This land
me fuckin' not to
Then we got stuck in high school
I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Yeah
Shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt
Y'all are like
walk, flip my talk and my hands?
I said sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young boy hot
Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
motherfucker's so fast, it eats underwear
So there, my little sweet sugar bear
If that ain't enough to make you throw your hands in the air
Then I'm all gone
stumbling in the street
With his hands inside his trousers
He says "I'd like to meet
The gentleman suggesting
That I stay off my feet"
As he plunges
the Ip Man, karate 'em
And the fans will lift hands, we'll be dancin' out of 'em
And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em
Who stands with two
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
Across the bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall
Say it to me, if you got something to confess"
I heard all about
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
[Dr. Dre]
Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing
Damage
[Eazy E]
The name is Eazy for me to come off like
Always seen with two nurses by his side
And you can bet that the
Doctor keeps them satisfied
His supersonic speed is his ace in the hole
Over all the top
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
in her hand.
When the judge he saw Reilly's daughter
His old eyes deepened in his head,
Sayin', "Gold will never free your father,
The price, my dear,
in the street
He keeps hearing noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
in his shoulder bag
Just a grasp on the meaningless
It's JF's Korpse fucking Marilyn's
Appear born of the earth
And yet a child of the industry
You
in his shoulder bag
Just a grasp on the meaningless
It's JF's Korpse fucking Marilyn's
Appear born of the earth
And yet a child of the industry
You
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
companion, his diaries went hand in hand with
All the men that she has known, leaves their silver but keeps their gold
So lawyers, doctors please beware
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