floor Was 'Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read 'Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it today' I glanced back on
's the system? Saturday's kids live in council houses Wear V necked shirts and baggy trousers Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards Stains on the seats in the back
said - - hey now, you used to scratch my back And you look across the board Hey, hey now, when you ripped open my shirt You see that's written, hey, the wanderer on
shearing comes, lay down your drums Step to the boards you brand-new chums With the rattum-rattum-rub-a-dub-dub We'll send you back on the lime juice
your feet back on the ground. Ahhh haaa, badadobadovaaa, Rem fuller usher on forty-five, i said a rem fuller usher on forty-five. Put on my blue suede shoes and i boarded
ship slide open and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control boards Streamin' beads of light He saw his daddy 'hind the control board
top but I put Ivy on tha top ghetto superstar. Breakdown: niggas on they broad, niggas on these bars. Recession in tha streets niggas back to stealin
my time, let me levitate Yall can't ever fade that I don't ever lack shit I aint ever ask for nothin to make it right here. Yall all passe, stuck up on
can't go back Life goes on and it's only gonna make me strong Life goes on and on and on Shame on you, if you fool me once Shame on me if you fool me
, get it kinda love That back it up, break it off head boards knocking kinda love That's what you got, call it a night kinda love No telephones ringing, no back
it kinda love That back it up, break it off head boards knockin' kinda love That's what you got, call it a night kinda love No telephone's ringing, no back
in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards
We can do it slow or fast I just wanna tap that ass (I just wanna tap that ass) Baby, feel me, I wanna lay ya down on your back side You never felt pleasure
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on
Try this: Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he
board? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow So you can yell it loud as you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it
and talk rap You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that I had some felony charges, I fought that Been sent to no return but still was ball back Nigga
riddles I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib And just when you find happiness he run away with it Then you back to the drawing board