No more eating for them now its time for plan b no more eatin for them now youve got hit em back ! no more eatin no more eatin for them now hit
ou du blues? Terre, De mots doux qui tremblent et nichent partout De silences bavards, de paupieres contre joues Earth, I spent too much time on the road Hoping for
Harlem, through jails and gospel pews Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage
) what you are (are are) You Say I'm Crazy I got Your Crazy You're nothing but A Womanizer Daddy-O You got the swagger of champion Too bad for you Just
a mess for sure I?ve a heart of gold in the smallest size Leave me in the dark, you?ll never hear me cry More than an illustration Points of articulation Come to life on a brass
was cold, so cold So he hitched a ride to New Mexico, wanted to try for the big brass show But no He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home He
groovy speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for
Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight All together, playing games of cards Gambling the tiny shards of brass
system, um [Verse 2: Hodgy] I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long Brass monkey, clarinet
Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn?t place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The
jumpin. Get it from a pro, get it for the low, get you some blow. Get it for the nose, get it for the show, get it for the (Hoes!) Four-wheeler cranked
what my paper like Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 1 I do hits for my
make a mess for sure I've a heart of gold in the smallest size Leave me in the dark, you never hear me cry More than an illustration Points of articulation Come to life on a brass
whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it One take it to the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big
has got it jumpin' Get it from a pro, get it for the low Get you some blow, get it for the nose Get it for the show, get it for the hoes Four wheeler
got my back And we both can laugh And for example, we swift this, lifted up on luck And for complexion like brass and brown skin We of this, built this