Lyrics:
back in the burbs
I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms
The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve
To get this money
[Ice Cube]
It's a man's world, but check the girl
With the Mac 11, 187
Hit the switch, front, back, side to side
Corner to corner, punk you
eyes.
World in changes.
Lightly one by one,
We try to hide the mirrors.
But baby they just keep turnin' up
And I know you can't look away from you
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
My baby won't talk to me
She giving me the third degree
The peace is sure 'nough disturbed
I know I'm just gettin' on her nerve
She's the only one I
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
Leaving third-world countries in pain
We're so lucky to have what we have
Clean water, four walls, it's insane
They're forced at point blank
We put money in
with dust of the world that we ruined
And still pursuing, the New World Order steady bruising
But I digress from the Auroras my aura exudes
Colors in
in amazement, he's decided to die
The crowd have engagements, they're just passing by
The child of the Third World, is wondering why
stones on the water (Skipping stones on the water, yeah)
You don't need no help (You don't need no help)
You do it by yourself (You do it by yourself)
Look
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
leaves, then problems come back around damn
Keep your head up is what they telling me
, well it betta be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain
leaves, then problems come back around damn
Keep your head up is what they telling me
, well it betta be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain
that, I second and third that
Don't know what the f- I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned
change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back
believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they
call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
I remember when I met you
Underneath the evening sky
Now it seems I could forget you
Rescue me, I'm bound to die
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette
I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette
I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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