They always said let summer run it's course You and I are sitting on my front porch Wondering why tired days will not retire on their own The sun starts
you? Who are you? Stranger will you please trade your names with me? Recover my body and rifle through my pockets No identification and no proof of identity (Tag) No marks
was with my green thumb anything'd grow my part was to laugh show and ornery jig had cut it at the knuckle bone see that ox trade mark burned
troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too It's not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched
Suave House federation; that is cat You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade We all get
drank the poison and I, I let you in Would you trade that heart of gold for a minute in my skin? You drank the poison and I, I let you in Would you trade
the king that no one wants to hear Don't be running late are you on time today (x4) Retrench me because of machines Kids trading roses for guns Track mark
(Intro) Yeah, can't stop now... This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous (Hook) You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot
to a vegetable?" Howard: Suss it out, wankers! Mark: Suss it out, wankers! Mark & Howard: Suss it out, wankers! Jeff: Suss it out, wankers FZ: Suss it out, wankers! Mark
people stocked in every shade, Must be doing well with trade. Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality. That evens out their personality. With profit potential marked
planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin' Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers I'll leave my mark
care for favourites on somebody's playlist Ain't enough paper for the names I gotta mention Without 'em, no way I would've made it a profession I wouldn't trade
[Chorus] We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it?s a basic thuganomics im raining
down with out a fight Its my life, and I'm not sitting on the sidelines watching It pass my by I'm leaving you my legacy I gotta make my mark I gotta
heart, look at the virgin Look how she welcomes him into her gown Yes, and mark how the stranger's cold armour Dissolves like a star falling down Why trade
(feat. Biz Markie) Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark... I'm the drunk dance rocker, But don't drink Vodka. Never sang a song called Frere Jacques.