Lyrics:
music, but they don't like our faces
And when it's all bad, let just look and see where your plate is sitting
While Try to keep up tight just like denture
didn't have no choice, I was raised right around the corner from where we standin'
Hollow points in it and all of that, I'm ready. We gang bangin'
My
feels when they kicking you down
And it's getting you down
You gotta make the decision to be the one difference in your life and turn it around
Turn
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
bend it over, bring it back,
From the side, turn around hunch back, Notre Dame
Turn your device on, it's the right song
Turn the lights on, Rico Love
where he came from
And we haven't seen him since
The moral of this story:
Never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be
around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call
was a gun
They like cool it down, but I'm turning up
What the hell you mean
Cash rules everything around me
Forget the cream
It's all about the cream
the next town where they cut off all the lights
Low light room in the am
She just want some company I guess that would be nice
Turn around turn around
Turn
it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D.
Rap women, they always be around us
'Cause we from out of town, and they be lovin'
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
And it's turning in the mist around.
Rolling and turning into the mist around me.
Kissed by the water, and held in your mother's arms.
Green where you
pop your cherry niggers
Used to say wait 'till you see
Me on the telly niggers
Turn on your cable guy and Jim Carey niggers
You probably saved my life
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
All they get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Oh, girl you know me
I'm
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
they get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Oh girl you know me
I'm alone
All they get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Oh, girl you know me
I'm
call me Corleone
Suit case full of Jim Carrey count it up
Black top with the bat doors rolling up
Kick gang like I’m Bruce Wayne fuck the ops
Lurking
know they fucked up before the body hit the ground
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police know they fucked up
Every time we turn
Turned into a pilot in that fight or flight mode
Raised up in America where dreams are bought and sold
For the cheap for the low got their visa so they
live where Bigfoot does
That's why I go beast mode
And they ain't gonna catch me
Camera man too slow to be redneck'r than me
There ain't no loophole
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
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