Lyrics:
and RT let's all come together cause
We're all family im an Eastsider G
It's your boy BC from the L-Blue-C
Roll 'em up, Hold 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise it
Thought we was major, had phones not pagers
Taking shots with the Crue, tripping out on Floyd
Another night getting high with Dave and the boys
It was all
'cause that shit is a must
(Down here) we break hearts and leave punks for dead
We don't claim the blue or red, 'cause our city is FED
(Down here) I'm
hurts
But I’ll never be defined by these words
Call me what you want
Call me what you want, uh
Call me what you want
Call me what you want, yeah
Black boy
The sky's blue, the money's green, the w- is purple
The ice is white you try me I'ma have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow
Take |Your Baby To A Jazz & Blues Bar - Son Of Dave
Hear me now
Don't take her to the club
Don't take her to a picture show
Don't take her
We're From the Darkside Radio
This is Dave Rockin' Reel, as we take a caller
Caller, you're on the air"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and this Roz from Newark
You don't own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don't own the big city lights
Better cop out your own
You don't own the green pines,
Gimme more, uh, uhh
C'mon feel the noise, don't stop the boys
They get wild wild wild, wild wild wild
Step it up, let your neck snap back
Uh, saddle
by
Fading away like your dirty and old blue jeans
Town to town
City to city
Always close on your heels
Much to learn
Much to forget
You know how bad
and eyes collide
And walk with liars by their side
A thousand Juliet's driving every boy
Out of his mind
Crying in the rain wishing
She was still the first
On the center line
An turned up the radio
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
An
He didn't give a damn
Royces later that night in River City
Took Manolo, Bajas and bring it back to murder row
Murder one, you fuckin' other niggas murder mo'
Boobie boys
sound
Looking for some swing
Looking for some swing
In the city of the queen
Yes I confess
I love that tone from the US
It takes me away from
don't play with my gangsta
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger
And I know cheaters never get crowned
So I play fair like roller coasters
watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've
by the burner in case a near try to violate
Never go down, stay rising like Andre
'Cause my corner back every thing the Don say
Long Beach, yeah I
And Huck senses something's wrong
Sirens wail in the city
And little Ulysses got turned to putty
And Ol' man River's got a bone to pick
And our boys
you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens
I first saw it by the pixel in an apple picture frame
The setting for a victory in a child's adventure game
Was a wide-eyed boy on whitman when I
too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out,
To rhythm and blues on Cotton Avenue
Poor boys'll be hanging around outside in the street
They got all the latest words
They're dancing to the latest beat
place special
You see that summer storm brewing in the southern sky
By the time it hits here I'll be dancing high and dry
To rhythm and blues
On Cotton
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
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