Lyrics:
handing out sanctions
(We run this town)
We run this, run this, run this
(We run this city)
We run this city, city
(We'll wear you down)
We'll wear you
gonna be, out of here. It's gone. It's 715. There's a new home run champion of all time and it's Henry Aaron."
"Well, I'm not a crook"
"Here's
to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We were small town, summertime sunset dreamin',
Man
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
town
Somewhere USA
Out here in small town soUSA
There's some good ole boys like me
Doin the same damn thing reeling in the largemouth
George Jones
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
Bomber change
Thanks, Flo
Ayy Ayy (Bomber Change!)
No way out
Double the people for a way out
Run into fakes, they want the clout
I gotta plan hear
on bass
George Duke on keyboards
Alright now
Let me get myself tuned up and then
We'll do a suave program for you
Hi, Frank!
Hi!
Alright well, Ian's
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street
Hit Ya
With George P.Zo
Got Lil' TreyGoBrazy on this motherfucker
Cash Money Quan Run Up A Check, nigga
You know what I'm saying
Got Boochie on this
blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
Well, he must of thought that it
blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
Well, he must of thought that it
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
Young Guns,
Having some fun
Crazy
damn delay
Now you lookin at me like no fuckin way
I'm heading out tonight
And my plans fall into place
Got my paper stacked up all in my briefcase
I'm
That's why the 5-0 see my old man out in town
He's just giving run around
He's said "Who? What? When? Where?"
I don't care, nah I don't know nothin'
a sound (Woo)
Babygirl ya left me in this town
Ya ducked away ya went with someone else
Ya left me here ya left me by myself
Girl, I'm trynna find out
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
Young Guns,
Having some fun
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
[Chorus]
Young Guns,
Having some
a pussy up no condom.
Hustle state of mind I'm on my grind but niggas hope I fumble. Posted by myself on you monkeys, George of the Jungle.
I be on my grind
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
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