DICK! (Lock it up now!) (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up
stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha ha Guess there's a slim shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up
You label me coldblooded You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded You can't cut it You wack, but it's no use your mouth shut it Shootin' arrows
the real shady, all the other slim shady's are just imatating, so won't the real slim shady please stand up, please stand up, please stand up, im like
is how we do it I'm just a hooligan drunk while pillaging, spitting raw sewage Splinter cell movements, turnstile jumper Punks step up to get beat down
, lives shattered Are standard fare for cameras and channels stare No abracadabras, no faster answers or mantras for disasters Remastered or plastered, we got it
You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix upon my mental -- I keep it complicated Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and
it man word up son. You gotta just do it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch the channel son different plain now man. (It
[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by
more than two tries, either freaks it or you die I waited, somebody stated, "He's intimidated" I was faded, I played it like any other brother would've played it
Uh oh, uh oh Let's get it over with Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, uh Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz
Cause she can see that I'm a G And I got love cause I'm bout' to give it up Your bout' to live it up We're bout' to live it up Together girl cause I
data disk From the super soul powered slums I-N-I, Planet Asia make it bump, bump I'm deep off in the trunk SWATS call it crunk The 15 inch whoofers
very fucked up day, I'm needin' this fit Shuttin' motherfuckers up like they pleadin' the 5th Yo Em, it's time to get serious with it (Yeah) Time for
On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world And we can roll up a bleezy
Cruz, Californ I A Peace to C-God, locked up cat, born nine ways Come home, mad soon Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot Damn it
follow and free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow [Wise Intelligent (of Poor Righteous Teachers)] It's P.I.T. supreno Mix it
, a day in the life of America Yeah, that's just the way we live our lives in America Some people praise it and some people hate it This beautiful chaos
