What am I to do Someone here is really not happy Put myself on a line It seems I never got through to you So I wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened
We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got
Oi! ? ? ? ? You let yourself down and you don't know why But you've ? ? ? ? I'm the original I'm the original When it comes to the suburbs, I'm the
I got a brain in left hand drive I don't sleep other side I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen Each town I intervene A gram of reef and the barn is
Caravan's lost in the sun and the dust No one loves you when you are lost Here I'm a clown pulling my world down I believed I was strong, you are the
(Emerson/Palmer) instrumental
Damien: Everybody hates me! Mr.Mackey: Why do you suppose that is? Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil! Mr.Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start,
look back Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank Think tank, burning off steam, loser takes blank Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank Think tank
Uhh ehh uh ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang Uhh ehh uh ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang (Repeat x2) Duh Duh Duh DoDoDoDo Uhh ehh uh ah ah
one song (Don't let life pass you) And the tank goes on (Tank goes on) You only get one song (Don't let life pass you) Tank goes on, tank goes on, tank
] Tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg
tha tank! ~*mystikals chorus*~(x4) me thats me me thats who me me thats who im tha round out tha tank im tha round out tha tank im tha round out tha tank
booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank Chorus mystikal and snoop I'm that
If I had a scheme for everything It seems that I'd be more content with it all If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts And dumb dreams I could deal
member of the drunk tank Sometimes three days a week I'm a member of the drunk tank There's room reserved for me I'm a member of the drunk tank Sometimes
Okay 1, 2, 3, 4 How are you doing tonight? Pull the blankets tight The drunks shout outside your window light scrapes across your wall Think of me it
sky Death gazes down as I pass by To remind me that I'm but my father's son I offer up to you, this tribute I offer up to you, this tank park salute