Lyrics:
He's chasing you down the alleys of death
Where many have died, and where you will breathe your final breath
Your pulse starts to quicken, blood
I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smirk, cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not
the window to the alley
Join the sidewalk crowd and disappear
Take the last train to Marseilles
there's not much more to discuss
There's you adn me but
someone's in sight
He's waiting for you in the night
Hiding in the shadows
Hiding in the alleys
He's ready to kill tonight
So lock your doors and hide
the bowling alley
Two blocks from the supermarket
One more block to the south
Of Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
a doubt
A handful of something demonic
Holds so very harrow
A gesture from the evil and twisted
An alley so narrow
It seems like something unusual
And is now known to you as killa kali
(Verse 1)
The state of California niggas call it killa kali
Murder weapons in the river bodies found in the alleys
is hurry up and wait
Everything I get goes to the man
My life gets wasted in a bag
Had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw
The goons made
falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a foreign world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
In the hour,
Doublecrosser
Forget about the boy
Pull the plug
Ain't he the one who pulled the rug
He's lower than an alley cat
Dirty rat
And I flatter
Forget about
It's a life, working lanes with his wife
Hand in hand, they both work at the alley with an arcade in the back
Where the young are the restless
fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz (haha)
Bitch, throw me the alley-oop, yeah (yeah, Big Za)
Bitch threw me the alley-oop, I fucked around and dunked
Now that my role model is gone, gone?"
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents
Just shadows in the alley
Standing on the paving
By the office building
There's so much to do
Never time for you
You die young
You die when
If I could calculate a score of unbelievable acts
Stand my head juggle three alley cats
Take out the king kong
Still feel strong
Unleash voodoo
immersed in Kirstie Alley's thirsty valley
I would snore or sleep on Laura Prepon.
Shall I keep on? (Yeah!)
I'd feel the pubis of Mila Kunis
I've seen
cool i'm not lookin' for a scary hoe
I met 909 of em' in Ontario
Not Canada, you know i'm talkin' Cali
So grab you 40oz you can meet us in the alley
got it
One day I'll see New York City
Write many hits, I'll be busy
I'll manifest it
I'll win my Grammy
And God will test me
Right up my alley
I
With my two-legged friend
I'm marking a track
Through the snow
Down the alley
Thicken stress
It took him four years
To come back home
Full of scars
Alley to the city
The city is an alley way
Ancient stench on the bench where I stay
Listen to the vVoice of a man with no legs
As he sings a little dance
Alley oopin', kick flippin', jammin's the best
All we wanna do is ride the black
Jump here, jump there, take the gap
We got it on, gettin' into the grind
The murderers, in streets or alleys
From the Projects to the valley
Chuck Taylors, khaki suits, skip the wind breakers
This California home of the three times
It was dark
On that road to heaven
As she watched
A thousand cars go by
She stood
In that dirty alley
Her face
Staring at the light
She hangs around
Sutherland Brothers & Quiver - In The Arms Of Mary
The lights shine down the valley
The wind blows up the alley, Oh --
well I wish I was lying in
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