Baby, what the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? You see money you call Very few are chosen looking at the wall You can feel them
So you got dry rot and your water pressure's weak Your trash compactor's broke, the roof has sprung a leak You just found out your toilet's overflowed
A confused loose alliance forming them and us And I heard him say, we can take them all (We can take them all) We can take them all, that's what he said
So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard? (Just another victim) So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard? (Just another victim) Growin' up
When the evening sun goes down Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house As we make this new Columbia album for you We wanna thank you for being so nice
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Paint them a picture Jane And you can hang it on the wall Tell them it's me they see Don't tell them why I'm small If they ask you why I'm crying Just
Aww here it goes Everybody out there go run and tell Your homeboys and home girls it's time for Keenan and Kel They keep you laughing in the afternoon
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Now you bake right (uh-huh) with Martha White (yes, ma'am) Goodness gracious, good and light, Martha White For the finest biscuits, cakes and pies, Get
There's a hundred and four days of summer vacation Till school comes along just to end it So the annual problem for our generation Is finding a good way
a main theme when the melody comes through Kinda tells you what your song is going to do Kinda tells me that I' ll sing my song for you Like a main theme
shoe It just might be a deadly dance Paint your face Pound your drum But don't forget To load the gun Say your prayer And drink your wine But never let Them
Oh no, here we go again I like to receive What the earth and sea had thought It'd be best not to even give me, even give me Now you say, that I never
[Heatbeat...] [Chorus 2x] So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard [Just another victim] [B-Real] Growing up in these streets of brooklyn Out
and use it ya gotta make it work for you this time round i've had it ya don't tell me what to do take them and break them make them feel it too or soon
You're walking 'round the street And a van slows down They pull you off your feet And they knock you 'around Whoever they are If it's the Reds or the
the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them
