Lyrics:
love me right now, right now
Niggas hatin on my come up motivated by the struggle
Dap me up in front of folks but they be Judas undercover
Mind my P's
the dollars I spent
Im broke to an extent
You know that its coming back in
You know that I count the backend
Come on she inviting her friend this where
my whole fam with me
Aunties sister brothers cousins
Couple uncles like steve martin
Get in cheaper by dozen
High IQs
Still be in the Funktion
By jim carroll and steve linsley
You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If I
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
blowing up the spot like craters
I'ma real creator till the death of me is later
They won't realize you faker when you peel by
And these lies are in
that's a stab in the back niggas wanna see you loo oo oose
Ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo
Streets or the beats never thought I had to choo oo oose
I ain't never
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Battalion advances surrounding their backs
In the night we'll attack with no questions or mercy
We'll take all they have and we'll drive them before us
lie to you
And sever our blood ties
I won’t betray my coven
So call off the witch-hunt
True friends don’t stab you in the back
They’ll stab you in
pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie
I'm glad we caught you at home
Could
cold
Bitch we stone cold
Bitch I'm stone cold you can call me steve austin
cnd I got a couple rari's out in Boston
Right now i'm with my niggas
They
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
measurements don't exist
On the radar a
Little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by
Hucksters of global spin
Like the sign
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
Stab my back and make me bleed again
Man my hearts racing' I been steady pacing
You're locked in the matrix
And all these hoes basic
All these hoes
and the front porch screen
You can hear tomorrow in a baby's cry
As the sun goes down on a day gone by
So C'mon
C'mon down
I wanna take you to my hometown
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
Well I was born back in '59
I didn't come late, I was right on time.
We had a '59 ford, that never ran quite right.
We'd catch a drive in movie,
to your shiny light
While your wings are weakened by the cold stab of this August lie
Crumbling dreams
A beam of mild light in my room
Swimming deep
Dust
in my head
The loneliness
it cuts to black
My consciousness
stabs my back
The time’s really up, in vain
My mind’s clearly off, again
Now, I know my
was high like an aeroplane, would you look at me the same?
[Chorus]
If we walked side by side
Would you step stab my back and kill my pride
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