Lyrics:
with that ill type rhyme
[Big Punisher]
Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm
When I take you out tonight with me, honey, here's the way it's gonna be,
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you'll
drives a Beamer that was bartered for a gig in Barcelona
A Harley that was payment from the bikers in Daytona
She's heavily invested her stock is
a roadie B.B. Class Road
I get them to the gig on time it's not so hard to do
They only way to break a crime speeding is the thing to do
Well I'm a roadie
gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe
We don't really give a damn
London is a hundred miles a-waitin' where we're at
And a thousand years behind
Splitting from a sorry gig that left
Sixteen days in Bethlehem, peddling dope and drinking wine.
Pulling women, making gigs, steering clear and doing fine.
I moved on down to Galilee,
Hard to comprehend
But baby, you didn't know me when
I played third chair trombone
In an out-of-work polka band
We looked for gigs on ships
In
your niggas is still at home
Damn, nigga, you did it, but damn it you did it wrong
You got time for that gig, but not time for the phone
Got it right
I'm on my way - got a gig in Austin today
I'm loaded to the gills listenin' to the wheels
Carry me away
Won't you lift this yoke from around my
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
of you.
If we ever get to heaven boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each
I heard a song 'bout a ramblin' man
Bought a guitar and I started a band
I got a gig at the local Am Vet
And I was gone and I ain't back yet, yeah
fly? (yes, yes)
Do you dig, do you dig, do you swing on the gig, are you hep to the jive?
Do you get in the in the grove? (yes, yes)
Does the beat make
gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe
gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe
show
And I don't have no reason to live in a goldfish bowl
I'm just doing my gigs
And I'm on and off the road
Everything I say is not meant to be
boy named Pinocchio
And you all know how the story goes!
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs
He's the big bad wolf and you're the three pigs
I'm fresher than detergent, I'm fresher than each person
I walk out and eat Church's, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework
back when I work
It hurts me d'you know what I mean, John?
Well he's sort of, err… when driving on
The road he has a sleep
Gets ready for the gig i don't
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
Another town another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop we will never quit 'cause we are
this, no replies you wack
Tables done turned like a DJ gig
Playa' hater, I am doin' it big?
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though
I brought
of you.
If we ever get to heaven boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each
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