Lyrics:
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
stick her
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin
scratch (What? What?)
Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat)
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you
gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago and if you go back by there again
It's 2AM
And this old bar is closing
He knows the partners
Have been chosen
But in the corner both
He spots lonely youth
And he catches her eye
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
with an open mind about this song
Warpath we back in the game like an old lucky quarter
Your girl bought in front row so we had to escort her
And after
stand in line in the cue is never where I base (cubase)
School is never old how do y’all remain old school ?
When radios give me Air time I still take
time this month someone's died in the wave pool
Damn it Steven I thought I could count on you
But now I gotta deal with lawyers and such
We cant keep
time
Trying to be understood
Stompin in my boots and my blind fold
What iv given do back to me nine fold
Times are cold, and all of my rhymes are old
But
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fu-ing just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
Act your age or act your wage
I'm way too old for the talking stage
Me and bro like Kenan and Kel
What's mine is yours so we share our girls
Cats
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
You know what time it is
When cats hop out of the whip with masks on
All black on with macs on (you know what time it is)
I spent more than 10
comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
When I was a sailor looking for a tailor
When you holler me back like cat call
Like cat call
When you holler me back like cat call
But you on my sofa,
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
the lotion down
And we just mixing that AXL hour with oldie sounds
wise beyond his time listen to how old he sounds
Okay I'm floating now
I like to fight but
down your lemon martinis
And watching, gazing, eyes blazing
While you're staring down the jiggly
Eighteen year old girls fo feenies
Anyway, back
the pussy talking to me so I I talk to back like, uh
Hey kitty, kitty, kitty cat
Won't you gimme, gimme, gimme that
Hey kitty, kitty, kitty cat
Won't you
five
Good time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best
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