Lyrics:
Incredible, unforgettable
to watch you shake your booty ooty to the ground
It's awful nice
It's Paradise
Why do you get up, while they get down
that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)
What, why? want to come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches
"Hell Why?"
The wheels of life are passing you by
You might as well get juiced
Might as well get juiced
Some people like to get high on love
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Don't speak of... What I've done
Get my heart out of the way... Why don't you stay?
Don't speak
Ayyyyy
I'm boutta rap about some real shit
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Robert Downey Jr. always screamin' bout some dumb fuckin' shit
Hit a lick
a street-car
Prison break
Beat them creeps in
One by one
Make no mistake
I need to go
I just want to be alone
I need to get back
Just wanna get back home
I'm
rhododendrons
Sit in the window, watch the years go by
You must be joking if you don't wonder why
The newsagent ran to get in from the rain
The papers were wet
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
I get high when I see you go by (my, oh my)
When you sigh my-my inside just flies (butterflies)
Why am I so shy when I'm beside you?
It's only
my, love is a lie
It's what my friends say to get me by
It hits different
It hits different this time
Catastrophic blues
Movin' on was always easy
behind yourself, you're playin' catch up
Boy is that your blood?
Cause I done blew inside my mind since I first wrote a rhyme
Y'all all late, rappers be
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now me and robert and shaun
Whole heap of entertainer come come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
it's burned out, turn it 'til it's turned out
Act up from north, west, east, south
Everybody (yeah), everybody (yeah)
Let's get into it (yeah), get
a good time to get help
I'm getting high all by myself
Said they should study me
The way I bitch but I got everything
what'll I do
I'm goin' honky-tonkin', get as tight as I can
Maybe by then you'll 'preciate a good man
Tell me why baby, why baby
Why baby, why you
gloomy
By the sixth see Dr Robert Moog
Entering my room with Alex and his Droogs
Let's play the symphonies of Beethoven
Grooving in the nude with
Why was I born, why am I livin'?
What do I get, what am I givin'?
Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for?
What can I hope for? I wish I knew
turn it 'til it's turned out
Act up from North West East South
Everbody, everybody, just get into it, get stupid
Get retarded, get retarded, get
That's how the world be
The devil get up early
And he never catch a Z
That's why my rollie
Came from digging gold
Like a nosebleed
That's blood diamonds
to me, yeah
Trains walk by and the birds disappear
Oh! Why am I still here without you by my side
So I cry your name and love
The thought to me is
play the Symphonies of Beethoven
Let's get in the mood with Dr. Robert Moog
To the sixth I'm mooning
To the seventh spooning
To the eight I'm doing
let bullets fly
Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye
You can't see me like tinted glass
Fuck yo woman and kick yo ass
A fucked up hand life dealt
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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