spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll
in the mood to think Mr. Band Leader Let's kick out the jam Gimme something that'll light it up And make my feet go bam bam bam 'Cause Monday, Tuesday
ve had as much fun as we have! Don't forget the jam session Sunday!... Mandy Tension will be by, playing his xylophone troupe! It'll be a lot of fun! Monday
Rather then be on tape and make my own song this messed up so uh instead of me sitting up here doin' a little dance for ya and singing "On a monday I'
change Not recalling the plan Was it?? He was okay But wondering About wandering Was it age? By consequence? Or was he moved sleight of hand? Mondays
hawkin' EPMD is live from New York And now, I'm 'bout to rip house, straight up and jump Move your body as the bass pumps and thumps This jam is a crowd
Just another Monday morning I'm pushing my way through the traffic jam Nothing really seems to move I'm trying to get ahead the best I can I start thinking
I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet. In the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see. Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized
like an 18-wheeler So get that weak style out of my path I'm turbo, I drop lines long like nostran ave. So danger, I'm burning from monday to sunday
The Jam A police car and a screaming siren Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete A baby wailing and a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplights
't be a day too soon Chorus: Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday Hello Monday! Here we go again! Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday Hello Monday!... Here
dinner. Living life like cheech and chong. Waking up everyday just to jam and smoke a pinner. None of us have steady jobs, I said Monday through Sunday
a mean sixteen then scream at me! N*gga! [interlude] Ayo, the chit-chat fam get chu backhand, I rap man but i clap till the gat jam. And im a gat man
'll move to the jungle people Move way out in the woods Yes, because the way things are here now Well, I ain't doin' myself no good I work hard everyday From Monday
paid every second of the day, Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase, Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain, Lil money wanna
and vaguely carry me away the customary thing to say or do to a disappointed proud man in his grief and on Fridays she'd be there and on Mondays not
from 6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son Source mag page 66 was a regun He got unsigned hype the reckonightion had begun Very next monday