Lyrics:
[Daft Punk Is Playing At My House by LCD Soundsystem]
A-OW OW!
Well Daft Punk is playing at my house
My house
I'll show you the ropes, kid
Show you
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
[Silk]
Yo Kl, what the motherfucking deal nigga
Fuck you make some shit like this for
This shit too motherfucking hard
We just goin' put this
and wax that booty like a shotgun
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or 'fessin to ya
I'm Kid Capri, so let that be a lesson to ya!
Punk, you know my style
Don't
a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why?
Treatin' niggas dumb, as I drink my rum
I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec
Put punks in check, Shug's on the set
I'm the one with the game,
It's the E, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The E I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse,
schmucks
By power-hungry sell outs that are suckin’ all your bucks
How could such a style go from such extremes
From the kids with no identity
a red right hand
With a gat and some shells for the pump
For some punk by the bed night stand
Come on
Billy the kid
I'm really shit
Silly with it
But I'm
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
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
rehearse for the plot
To blow up and get famous while the young minds rot, Damn
Comin' for the copycat kids that are strapped
Got my plan of attack, melee
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
for punk and now the kids were heard
They took it to the street and then it hit the wall
Punk was now a driving force the chaos f**king stirred
Still
on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke, pow
These punks about to get hit by the best
I'm wearin' double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest
cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy,
respect with the Tec
Put punks in check, Shug's on the set
I'm the one with the game, the twelve round
Crack to the concrete, from the underground
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
the punk everyday
14 years old kids
Renewing the punk everyday
Fighting to survival in an ungrateful culture
Searching for information by irrational ways
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