Lyrics:
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My code name I live by
I'ma Dad!
We ride in cars with more than 2 seats
Teach dem kids how to behave
And we them to believe
I'ma Dad!
Round da
putting on kids clothes
needing attention like a kid
wasting money like a kid
loving to break things like a kid
always being pampered
by someone
hands behind our backs
Called it a fair fight, it's fine
We're fine
The kids are alright (The kids are alright, the kids are alright
The kids are alright,
to be civil.
I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
Licking my lips and doing crimes
It was over in a minute
By quarter to nine
Where everything lost was gained in time
But where are your kids tonight?
[ Kid ]
Alright, we want to thank y'all for comin down here
Listening to what we had to say
Before we go, we'd like to take a few questions
Eh -
where we fell in love
Dead end streets became a drug
Held our voices like a prison cell
But now we shout it from the rooftops
Oh, we are the kids
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
to do right by these kids and lead them to the light
I just gave them the gloves, but they learned how to fight
Through the night, to chase what they
Mama said just be myself
If they don't like it
Then give em hell
I look at you
You look at me
You look away
Still by myself
Dizzy looking all around
don't dance the way they used to
The kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
As if by chance
The road ahead will rise to meet you
Looking out a dirty old window
Down the cars below on the
City streets passing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Sarah palin got too many kids, sarah palin got too many kids, I know it's obvious
I hope she die soon, arrive soon in India, Tinder is banned, you
Kid said no farther started hitting him
Shot his father by mistake car crashed the end moral of the story don't pass hatred it will back fire life is
This is who I do it all for my kids
Ill go to hell and back for them my kids
Always gonna be a father to them my kids
My kids my kids my kids
Let me
Problably not a medicine
My freedom is what I see
Now she really on her knees
Every time she wants a kiss
Makes me think about a kid
Why you wanna play me
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
aren't wrong
And the kids aren't wrong this time
Am I looking for a spark in the heart of the light? (The light)
This car drives all by itself
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
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