Lyrics:
Jordan, Al Green on the organ
When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him
The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier
Ford motor gear, your life
the high gear of your soul
You've got to run like an antelope out of control
You've got to run like an antelope out of control
And trying out fifth gear
But it's also a speed trap
Twice I've gotten caught
But something bout it calls to me
And I can't seem to stop
And oh you have
Gear stripping the willow
How many machine men will you see before you
Stop believing that speed
Will slide down on you
Like brakes in bad weather
through the frost and the snow
Jamaica rum would freeze
Alas! I had no luck with my gear
For I left my money ashore
It was then that I wished
That I
Again, the mornin's come.
Again, he's on the run.
A sunbeam's shinin through his hair.
Fear not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy
self-respect, you're man, the pride
Get yourself in gear, keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here
Take it from me someday,
what a job being a roadie
I'm a roadie B.B. Class Road
Well I'm really really really really tired today
I've been checking my gear all night
You
left the men staring in disbelief, unsure of what their next move should be. The shock wore off quickly though, and Errand Wolfe shot into high gear. He
does it amuse you, let me count the pain
How many rules breaking how many games
You got your ass out of gear and your soul out of whack
Go
wound up
Spontaneous combustion panic attack
I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Petulance and I'm all
sound write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
Workin' hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's
zone ahead alright well I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight
I got me ten forward gears and my George
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
Payday Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
tight
So tight
So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and light
Wilderness of mirrors
World of polished steel
Gears
of limitation...
I checked the bank
Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
But as I grew my whole crew fell through
Cops had us on the books
the ignition
We can go on a bender
Stuck to the seat, our body heat, what will you do with all this ass
Let's shift the gears, get outta here, we're steppin'
you for a spin
You know round and round
Switch gears till your love come down
I take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
Just how
around
I got a job working at the old park pier
And every summer now for five long years
I grease the gears, fix the lights, tighten bolts, straighten
and crime
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime
But I never let another player see me down
I kept my front up, my gear clean
Even when checkin minor
'Til summer comes around
I got a job working at the old park peir
And every summer now for five long years
I grease the gears, fix the lights,
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