Lyrics:
a chance
The old boy network's stronger than me
My friends and relations
Never gave up hope
That one day you'd listen
And admit you're wrong
But the old
keeps
Only one war!
Cosy with the clan, treat withdrawal as attack
Old boy network, new world prison camp
Only one war!
Not my president
Nor his
small town proud
The good old boy network, is still around
Don't believe everything you've heard
Google
Urban Cowboy and Kinky Kitten
And see what you
boys network that sorts things out
Sorts things out Sorts things out like this
Class War Class War Class War
Class War Class War Class War
Make a start
Hit it hard
Do anything
Make some noise
Break the old boys' network of greed
You've got to believe
Take the fight
Make it right
Take
Asia
With a little luck we got fur markets in South America
Took a little longer with tin and amethyst in Zimbabwe
(a real old boys' network)
Got nine
Asia
With a little luck we got fur markets in South America
Took a little longer with tin and amethyst in Zimbabwe
(a real old boys' network)
Got nine
Money and power for the upper class
Lessons not learned from the past
Poor class, middle class,
No class set up and framed
Old boy network playing
for the system
Swear my dreams are way too vivid
Ayy, NOOnE Network, got it on lock from the
Beach to the business district
Yeah, ECB on repeat, takin'
just took my b to Toronto
She gon clean me up like some pine sol
I just wanna fuck you in Toronto
Baby I'm just tryna make ya network
Baby I'm just
Didn't Want to Network
I just want to know how the neck work
Steady boosting the networth
Cause I stay working the network
And the haters in sigh
to the words of the man, now I'm hella faded
Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it
Your entire empire is tired, why'all need to retire
Like an old
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
Yeah, yeah
Wu-Tang Clan
Big Snoop D O double G
Somethin' for the 2000
Your mama
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
and behold things are killing me
Silly expectations of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day
wanna go
Oh, the bane of Network Rail
She's three wheels of freedom
Riding down the old pathway
A purple speed-demon, tricycle liberator
It's not a trike
listen ya
Now I got a shot
And I play COD
You know I'm hitting the dot
They gone play this when I'm old
Throwback like a DVD
Can't compare the boy ya ya
I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want
the hottest shit
No time to do the video
ATL is my city, though, East Side bitch
Getting Cortez at Stonecrest
I'm East Side rich
But my old girl Laconia, my
I'm hella faded
Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it
Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to retire
Like an old player cause your flavor is
(Bacon)
She tryna get in the pants
But I'm too busy, I'm doin my dance
White boy with the fit as Japan
Skin lookin' like the Michelin Man
That's bubble
on the dance floor
Bust into bronco
Hey, you gotta do a little footwork
This is for the real be-boy network
Yeah put your mind at ease
You got to be flossy when
Workin' on my net worth, do it on my network
You've been movin' work, boy
I just make the net work
BlackWidow Razer, bitch, I'm pushin' keys
Huh?
Hey yo Domo
Oney ever notice sometimes u see your homies you gotta be like
Here we go
Same old lies and
Same old Song
But I'm not buying
Here we go
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