Lyrics:
And we got drums like a band
Bitch I'm so hot need a fan
Bitch i don't care cause i can
Bitch I'm in charge Uncle Sam
Bitch you want beef i got ham
Pussy
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Guess Who Back
Guess who back
Aye
I used to hate on scams
The money got low so i stepped in their shoes tryna get my share
Ch ch ching any pretty
the daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic
Bumpin' delphonics, and my
Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?)
CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
Picture everything got so much better
From having to try to pull out barretas this time I wrote me a letter
Sent it too god told em I’m done with the flaw
And you been actin' conceited , I don't know the reason, so imma just up and go leave You
Yeah, imma just up and go leave you
I got Rick Owens, they be
think that you could fuck wit us now
I lost my rock so every chop it got a drum now
No this ain’t drum line
I keep a gun by
If I get locked you know I’ll
Yeah, mula, uh
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent (amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but
money, get dough (That's right)
Get laid, get honeys, get low (Get low)
Platinum status what I live for
Sold four million now I want six more
and im posed to be sober
I got so many lanes in the game niggas think that I'm bowling
Got the band in this bitch if I'm rockin they rollin
Niggas still
Drum got more shots then the gahdamn bar
We trap on the road so we spark in the car
This gas too stank I hadda use a jar
Gotta be in my city I won't
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
Yea, I open wide
Yea, I open wide
The best way is low key
I won’t come outside
Take a look in my eyes
Do you feel me
Do you feel me
Do you feel me
Do you
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
(Child)
But I'll run down (Down)
On your crew and get buck wild (Crew, wild)
So what's up now? (Now?)
Came to bring pain and assist you in dyin'
There's
and die today, yeah, yeah
Go ahead and try slide my way (yeah)
Might fuck around and die today (Buck)
That big four-five my waist
(Ch-ch) , I got mob ties
Drive side my squad is on the block (whoa)
And I fuck so good but I still gwan bad (yeah eh)
And the clubs go buck but the tings real bad (yeah eh)
Out of luck cause bang for buck died years ago
Ain't married to marriage for the same reason so
My sense of senselessness leaves me near
left from the range, so his aim gon' make yo head explode
Got the drum an the 30 clip, so you know what we on
Got white forces, clean as fuck, they
Show me somebody or a line to cross
I been cooking for a minute cause I got the sauce
Flow so cold window with the frost
Sitting low pro don't scrape
me, and they down with the reason
Changing up the seasons, white bunny, red rum
I took it by the head and fucking beat it like a drum
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