wack so then I take a bufferin' and I max I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I max? Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I
fussin' and bickerin' for? Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more For sure, you belong with an M-16 Stand in front of the door that you just
mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African, the European, and Jap Beneath I got to show you that I am all that So I must, rock
quite bored, bound me with a cord Celestine and Ernestine No Hortense Yes, but only loosely Celestine We're sleeping on our own Hortense One bed and a
Darryl- Jane- G Yes! F sharp Yes! F Yes! E Yes! G Yes! F sharp Yes! F Yes! E Yes! Jane- Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time We hit you with some substance that's actual I
don?t you catch us if you can (Catch us if you can) Now we?re cruising in the sky And we?re singing it for you We're singing bap ba-da, bap ba-da, ba
Legendary tune I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am) I don't need you to tell me I'm in the band ([...] please) I rock (I rock) therefore I
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you
you partyin' people Let me turn ya out 'cause you know I'm all about The hoes, money, and clout And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy) All the
.) [Hook] I need you and you need me We need each other So let's agree- I'm not complete The truth is I need you [Verse One] Two is better than one- you
boy. Yeah, the clique on deck. Yes, I rap absurd. Got the game upset And they rap about the jewelry, the weed they smoke And I rap about my life, and
heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you
you. I think you're insensitive and I don't feel heard. And I said "Do you believe we are fundamentally judgmental? Fundamentally evil?" And you said Yes. And
I try to use my mind before I use my fist But I'm a lose my mind if I don't use my fist You on my grind, I'm a use my clique Speak only which, oh you
I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you
So I must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African, the European, and Jap Beneath I got to show you that I am all