Lyrics:
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I
the stairs and I didn't seem to care, I met this crowd and they were shouting at me.
They were jumping on my records, burning all my pictures, closing down
Lowriders hopping, records still be popping
Keep the spot piping hot until you motherfuckers drop
No joke, I go for broke straight O-Side repping
Busting like
well chick, I'm a rapper too
And I don't care what you rap about
I got a check account, nigga we can put our own record out
[Chorus: Pearl Handle]
a lie. Go.
(Joe)This is your live record so show 'em how Berlin can rock.
Ah, that's wonderful. TV and media, it's all a cover up.
They won't accept
can't shut me up anymore, NO!
I wrote a song today and they threw it away
They made a law so record stores can't sell it
Fuck the Supreme Court
Fuck
[Outro: Remedy]
Ah-yo take this shit off Charles man, ah-yo, put the new record on, man
Yeah, put that new shit on...
And a record is broken by the arm of the law
And you and I as we skate, pitch or ride
We seek our adventures in the places we hide
The pendulum dances,
Just another Sunday evening gathering with my friends
Like a movie scene the record screeched
Mesmerized, catching flies stuck in a dream
Who's
All the love in the world can't be gone
All the need to be loved can't be wrong
All the records are playing and my heart keeps saying
"Boogie
kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
[instrumental]
Yes, it was my way
and them girls are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash
Oh I'm buzzing because (This is how we do it)
South Central does
tapes sell
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on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this
With others makin' records that just don't hit
I toured around the world from London to the bank
It's
like a
Record with a blank sleeve
Why the same thing one more time?
Why depress me on my dime?
Want to see something that I've
Never seen before
I'm in love with the girl at the record store
Brown eyes, blue hair, and a red vest
She says the sweetest things to me
Like may I help you
their pussy gets hot
Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
And when the records in the store, you'll be begging for more
Cause you never
quarter-keg and the skipping record by Portis Head?
I would say it's a safe bet that he took a 38's best taste test and ate lead
He's more or less dead
Tag him
, I, I
I have the music in my head
and the records in my hand
Please use the close caption don't miss what I say
because the good things are
in your life, will show in your record
'Cause after this its either hell or heaven,
Ain't no running, ain't no felon
Lil' nigga, you going face your
surrounded by the turbulent faces
And in search of oasis I found rap records
earnin' the papers by whippin' halfsteppers
Don't get your GAP sweater tied in
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were
the darkside. buy my record and I'll give you a free water
So how's about a toast getting close to where most go over.
My glass is half full but I ain't close
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were
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