Lyrics:
Now played by the King
Love is all I and I ah bring (yeah)
Voice of the one called
Big Gonzilla inaa di building, enuh (yeah)
Alongside
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
kids
Now sing the Minquadale blues
Garfield Park is no place for cats
It ain't no place at all
Garfield Park has no space for that
Now do the Minquadale
when I was talking my truth
When Shaaz and I just dropped an album out of the blue, huh
If you want to be a man like Shaaz
You gotta shake up the odds
man blues
Here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare, 'n that's one place I won't
a tavern
Cry a little bit of these working man blues, here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never
by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
Yeah
WC
Uh huh
Yuh
OB1
One and only
Yung11 Yung11
Yuh
It's Jegz
Big man like me
I'm coming up from the WC
Been at this shit since 016
When me
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
Well, I'm sailin'
Ayo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan, then we mine as well shine together
Live life get the prize together
Do what we gotta' do
sit there by the river
And listen to the freeway
Just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew (ohh)
Well now when I look back
Over blue skies and smoke
Yeah
Bringing that Blue Blame
Bolting up feeling like Usain
These demons they put up a fight but man in the dark nights I be feeling like Bruce Wayne
The roses blooming from Bette the wind beneath my wings
The queen's heart worth a million to a club of kings
An iron man to these bitches they call
A Godzilla in Hong Kong
Cheech and Chong resisting rips on a bong
(What?)
Sorry man the dope I'm on be hella strong
Well hi there
Do you like big ass and fine
feelins
Aint nobody feedin me but junior hoes aint weed
If you want it you can get it man, in case you get to squealin
Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, Back in Da
of my best friends Derek Mangareu
"see'mon man can I be down can I be down witcha crew?"
He had one by the name of Masters of Control
I wanted to be
Yo, I got an idea, let me run and grab Sticky right quick
Ayo Sticky, Sticky
Yo, Slim Shady, man
Yo, I just had like a nightmare
Wait, well, it
the blues
I want to dance with you
Rock with you
We'll have a ball
Before the night is through
I want to dance with you
I want to dance with you
I want
into the cave by The Dragon's tail
For a split second
While there was only silence
Well
The King looked around for The Man
Who was nowhere in sight
But
a little bit of these working man blues, here comes workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare,
You'll just never do it
And these are the blues of time
And the blues of a woman
And a man thinkin' of her
As time goes by
There is nothin' I can do
would've thought I was next on the telescope? (Damn)
Wasn't super-duper poor but we was hella broke
Thirteen with my daddy, he was sellin' Coke (well
call me Big Bun for nothin'
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead,
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