And it seems my time has passed Before me until now In sequences of moments And now I see this poster They seem to need me anyway I'll take the shilling
the dolls Into the valley of the dolls went the gang of four Song number one and the rhythm up amping Drummer beats down 4/4 rock ranking A bass so
at the caliber. I twist characters like twist characters. Tally up the alley cat aggresion in this Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bass line lust. An
game cool, but my talk game ill Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know my shit You owe that bank, I own my shit Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my
re the main man with the burgers . . . FZ: "And the burger's my trip." Phyllis: And the burger's my trip and is such a groove, I wanna show my appreciation
minded Not here to misguide or be divided Can't live my life with no rhythm or rhyme Done enough chillin', I got to organize my time Drums and bass
The bronx is dyin while the box is steady cookin Capsule after capsule, settin a trap to Destroy all our kind without a hassle I couldn't kill my brother
of the dolls Into the valley of the dolls Went the gang of four Song number one and the rhythm up amping Drummer beats down 4/4 rock ranking A bass so
pumps the old bassoon While I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute And the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland Is MacNamara's Band Oh, my
(Lead/Acoustic Guitars) Billy Graziadei (Vocals, Guitars, and Piano) Danny Schuler (Drums and Percussion) Evan Seinfeld (Vocals and Bass ) g to rain Always stand alone, hold the wall up with my
Junior high like my dad like my dad does Tom: Hey you know what I learned in fifth grade Mark: What's that your dad has a bent weiner Tom: My dad'
true when we rock that, man came in the game leather on tight I'm, tight and my ?? smooth like leather ayyy my pimp game tight like my jeans come through my
My mission the commission of the dishin' out for facts 'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face
my dirty drawers Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang Beanie on my head just to cover up
, I'ma heal all my scars I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars A Cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin on us) Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin' sheep Just understand, I dub this for my weepies More hair on my face than my daddy do (Daddy