Lyrics:
on Christmas morning .
Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a wee little drummer, intending to camp
For
bold Jack Donahue
The sergeant said to Donahue, discharge your carabine
Our do you intend to fight with us or unto us resign
To surrender to such
Sergeant Sergeant Sergeant
이 구역 말년 병장 전역 어디 신고해봐 걸릴확률
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음 여자들이 나를 숨겨줘
음 여자들이 밥을 먹여줘
음 음 음 맞아 이건 너의 상상력
이천십이년에 개구리 달고서 신고
구로구청 다니면서 랩 발라드 신곡
이제
How do you know if he's a politician?
He be crackin on your back
With that whip like a sergeant
How do you know that him a bloodclot for sho?
He
gun
And he can hear his sergeant screamin' ""Run soldier run""
And he can feel the backpack on his shoulders
God it weighted a ton
And he sees death in
(SHOUTOUT TO DRILL SERGEANT RUIZ & DRILL SERGEANT WHARTON) E. 181…1st Battalion 81st Armor Regiment…HOOOOOOOH
VERSE 1
I REMEMBER THAT BUS
AS SOON
I'm the plumbdog
I go dumb, dawg
Insane I go stupid cuz my brains lost
Drill sergeant getting hynas conditioned
Won't leak won't crack under any
wanna argue
Man, I swear that my clouds the darkest
All them days, I slept on a carpet
Yeah, you hard, but you gotta market
4GN, you know I'm the sergeant
(You are gonna sue the state)
On a stage tryna make this music blow up, yeah
In the Army, Sergeants say I gotta grow up, no
Cause I hate this shit,
He sat in that long line of barber chairs
The Sergeant asked him, son, would you like to keep your hair?
He said, yes sir as he heard those
the Sergeant's hat from his head and use it as a Frisbee
Spit in the crocodile face
Have a ménage à trois with two female apes
Then sleep in the barrel of butcher
nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best
Chorus:
Oh boys, take me back
I wanna ride in geronimo's cadillac
Oh boys, take me back
I wanna ride in geronimo's cadillac
Sergeant, sergeant, oh don't
A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe.
They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law.
They stood there
A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe
They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law
They stood there at attention,
find her, gonna find her
Well now Charlie Chan, Simon Spade got nothing child on me
Sergeant Friday and-a Peter Gunn well I, ooh let ?em be
No
radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong
an entrenching tool
But he's going to be a big success
He heads his class at OCS
It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier
Our old mess sergeant's taste buds
the call
Presidents take control, soon be going home
War stories, Sergeant Fury, war stories, Captain Hurricane
War stories, Johnny Red, war stories,
worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're getting treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass popped with
Man the lifeboats, sound the retreat
Pentagon's on the phone
Yankee go home
You can't just kiss and run away
There ain't enough money on a sergeant's
her in some day.
Gonna find her, gonna find her.
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith,
got nothing, child, on me.
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn
sergeant (Boom boom)
(Sleezy) all about my breach shot (Mula)
Never wife a Trisha (Fuck outta here)
I just play for keeps, nigga (Boom)
This ain't make
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