Ive been beaten down Ive been kicked around But she takes it all for me And I lost my faith In my darkest days she makes me want to believe They call
I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming f@#k the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of
s prune juice Playin with guns till I say the someone to shoot loose Perfect circle like the group I used to groove to Top of the Capital A because I work hard Makin the band
Get it while it's hot. I've been all over Europe And across the sea With each new place It gets clearer to me Week after week On tour with my band You
1:] Damn here we go again I just came back girl dont make me go again She said you been in the streets You was with that hoe again Money wrapped in rubber bands
do it again if you missed it before Its no big deal I'm so big wheel In them little cars with those big wheels With a little box full of those big steels
Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in the [? ] and that
How can I be peaceful? I'm coming from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot em I need a house that's full of love when I
go as I planned Im full of rookie maneuvers And gestures meant to be grand Ive pulled a bag of tricks one after the other I asked if you heard of my band
where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
The world is mine and everything that resides in it I'm Holly Hood Blowin good from my dope buddy The Sun rise for the rich yeah my shit sunny See we paid paper cuts rubber band
'd move if we bent together Us priveleged Americans We pass our revisions onto the next generation We kneel to the Gods of corporation We eat when we're full
them fly fuck them all and watch them drown What is with these bands that keep commin' with their politics They never went to school to find out that they were full
we've already seen Lairy girls hung out the window of a limousine Of course it's fancy dress And they're all looking quite full on in bunny ears and
the band begins to play We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine [Full speed ahead, Mr. Parker, full
