Lyrics:
finally cracked
and the Yankees went to war
We peeled away the bandages
And looked into the sore
Is there anybody in there?
Is there anybody in there?
Is
and took his arm
And one day he just ran away.
Catfish, million dollar man.
Nobody can throw that ball like catfish can.
Way up where the yankees are
Smoke
And when I've killed them all, they'll be Yankees to shoot
Don' 'cha tailgate me son get off my back
I gotta thirty-ought-six right here in the rack
chiusi ma
Alla prima opportunità
Salgon subito e la buttan dentro a noi
La buttan dentro a noi
Il tipo con il cappellino blu
Dei New York Yankees
and ashes
Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on the pennant
is if the Yankees win the Pennant
Let's get it
The verdict is in
We find Jason Phillips guilty
Sentenced to two life sentences with no
of Pleasant Living now.
Yuri Garagin sends
His kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still Rock and Roll and Fancy cars?
But onto pressing matters
the Giants or Phillies, to the New York like Yankees
The Pittsburgh Crawfords, yeah they don't have to thank me
Just thank the Red Bull's, just thank the Abe
of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century
Yankees lookin' east and west
Before they cross the road
It's Hollywood democracy
It
chiusi ma
Alla prima opportunità
Salgon subito e la buttan dentro a noi
La buttan dentro a noi
Il tipo con il cappellino blu
Dei New York Yankees
Ain't never met an Okie that I didn't like
I don't mind New York city
Those Yankees talk funny but they're alright
I don't mind going to wessiana
Did you ever see two Yankees part
Upon a foreign shore
When the good ship's just about to start
For old New York once more?
With tear-dimmed eye
Muslims, Vikings, Patriots
Trojans, Conquistodors, Romans
Projects, Aztecs, Confederates, Yankees, Nazis
Nomvets drown you in the ocean get your shit open
In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they call us Yankees,
Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey
With the skillet
One-hundred fifty guns make up their cannonade
They must destroy the union center
Before the infantry can launch their grand assault
The Yankees are
Bull was so angry
When the Yankees replied
Some men for adventure had
Planned for the stars
And others had hope to see Venus or Mars
Oh, you worked
life)
Look at my life, I'ma gangsta
(It's real man I came
From the bottom strivin'
Label to label, with the Yankees now)
I'ma gangsta look at my life
(I'm
some and you lose em
I wasn't quite a writer, Yankees weren't big readers
Men or overgrown teenagers, night hunting for beaver
Loafers, scufflers
Benz
On the dead locs
This an appointment I don't date, bitch, period
These bitches only fucking for the experience
On the dead locs
Janky Yankees
new ish, you can pop in the deck
It's beautiful
It's beautiful
Yeah, this is brand new Uptown still in the box
This is the Yankees, ten-nothin',
and greasy greatcoat
And a New York Yankees vest
And some strongly held opinions
That he must get off his chest
Yet his friends don't think about him
They all
In the north they call us rebels
In the south they call us yankees
Because every other sucker's born
To do the hokey pokey
With the skillet
like an epileptic
You'll get dropped like elephant shit
I'm from the home of the Yankees
You not feelin that then yank these
I'm sittin on twankies
You
wave this TEC
We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next
We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets (put
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