Lyrics:
strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustling and busting them rhymes
Ro my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
shoes, stilettos
Tell me where you go mommy, keep a bad chick that's right for some
And I smoke tree so please don't rile me
What I mean when I say I
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
Fifth
Avenue where we're listening to the
Rancid rhythms of Riles
Mizzinnitz and his music to make
You wanna throw up yes
And coming up right after
This,
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
(sangre caliente)
En terreno californiano (levanto verdes)
Suenan los radios, todos entran en acción
Con los fierros tocamos "Matarile-rile-ro", pum
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
Bury me near the secret cave
So they'll not know the way
Bury me there behind the rose
So they'll not rile my grave
I'll not reveal whose name's
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
hit Lou' for me
Rile and gotta bang it out the window, they pursuin' me
We could get the bags and checks, speak annuities (let's talk money), fluently
offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
somethin' outta The Rile Report
Laced you, twenty karats, ten in each ear
I can take you places, you ain't been nowhere
It could be gone tomorrow, but
know who should know better
Howl, "America riles. Let's go to war!"
Business scams are what's worth dying for
Are the Soviets our worst enemy?
in the kitchen
Looking for some action, tryna build a coalition
Dancing with a passion, you know the position
Running on my troops, tryna rile up my
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth who dream suicide
Off in a world of our own
Where the discordant tone
Of unrest never riles
Our sleepy town of denial
Where all of the tears people cry
Fall
through the afternoon
And if I ever drive your style, and
Suffering your day predicted
With no ability to rile
And every yawn is is contagious
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