Lyrics:
Janis Joplin screams
Roy Orbison dreams
Morrissey cries
The Beatles harmonise
Little Richard shrieks
Chuck D speaks
Chuck Berry duckwalks
Bjork is
to this
Pin me grind me watch me spin
Chuck me in your fucking bin
I respect your art but I think its shit
Thank you for all this trouble
You were
Ight yo
One more
Then it's Modelo time
What's good bro, you gon sit this one out on the bench too?
You know I'ma shoot my shot
Koooobe!
Shorty
you're not the slowest
Every shottas got that whop call us Chuck Norris
Awww ahh aww
I don told you niggas time to time
Dreaming and is going to come true
a fedora covering my face like a mask
The action been subpar
Chuck's shooting up a club
With a Tommy gun and God is here tattooed on his lung
Now I'm a lil
And then I wrote a book today
I flip the page
I wana fly
But I ain't Sugar Ray
Switched out the frame
It's my time
You know I just couldn't wait
How we
up and knocked out the wifi
Boook
I'll leave a nigga shirt covered in tiedye
Yeah
We selling that shit you might see on sci fi
Boook
Niggas getting
Two years since we moved out
Made some new friends
Far away from hometown
Went on a couple of dates
But it didn't worked out
Guess I'm just
I'm out marching with my boys
Beats loud were making some noise
Spit on the mic and I'm poised
Been part of the game like a toy
Sneaking around like
Leave me bitch you stress me out
I'll ace a B so don't test me out
Please baby don't test me now
Excuse me lady ima let me out
When I leave please
up, then I go hit it, then I pass the gas, Excuse me
Get out the way cause I'm enroute to the mufuckin' cash, excuse me
Excuse me, Excuse me
Excuse me,
the essence
In Educating the youth
And giving out lessons
Blessed with a mind of a law abiding citizen
Just gotta get it
Got no time for the menacing
Life is
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
them brand new niggas is all up on my old shit (holiday season)
That's what I did I came up out the truck
You what I'm sayin' I chuck my deuces like
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
Buck
Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all,
I make your gun jam
With shells from my gun,
Feels like a body slam
jam
I want to tell you a little something about us
We're the Boogie Down Productions crew
And due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up,
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