Lyrics:
called friends
Us against whomever, up against whatever
Just need that Rev Run, 'cause we tougher than some leather
Fake leather, 'cause you know with
On top
We're psychos forever
In diamonds and leather
We'll never get better
That's why I got these
Sick thoughts, sick thoughts
Sick thoughts,
seh mi tougher than leather
Can't pull mi down boy dis anuh ladder
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Boy mi nor play, mi nor play
Ka mi wild up all day
Yeah yeah
on tight
I'll be the driver
Vision in leather
I'll eat your heart
Don't even look back
Past is giving you a present
A moment of resentment for mistakes
the market stalls
the naked lunch and the whispered oaths
it's all gone, it's all gone,
I know that it's all gone now.
The leather lace and the silver cross,
and leather
We're all for one, do or die
Around the world from London to LA
Millions strong we've got to have our way
Our heads held high an army strong
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
A friend in
I can see Elvis
Skinny like he was back in fifty-seven
Razor-quiffed and leather-squeezed
Sideburns flickering in the breeze
That blows across
of jail
It's so obvious you're constantly blocking me from rational thinking
Maybe I look good in leather
In my bed I pluck your feathers
We should
Smoking out, pourin' up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood they call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla
In the country see me skatin'
On my chrome lookin' good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's
dancin'
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I'm starting a fire
This white hot leather's smoking up the room, oh
I'm electrified
I whip my hair to the music
My
Queens rock fatigue all weather
Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather
Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better
We blow cheddar, au four feta
Take the stage, everyone wait
Make a break, shove it in his face
All leather; all black
Dressed to depress; Johnny Cash
If you stare
I'll do
Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
Lying sayin' he goin' get the same thang
If you ain't ridin' wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin'
and D.T.S.'s
[Verse 1 - Skinny Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's a change in
gods
Fight to achieve our goal
Tasting a spell, leather and hell
Black metal gods rock 'n' roll
Building up steam, nuclear screams
War-heads are ready
It's like a mound of black leather and army surplus jackets
and boots and spiky egg-white hairdos and mohawks
And second generation Exploited
In the country see me skatin'
On my chrome lookin' good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's
wood leather and grape jelly
T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly
Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last
Police pull me over, so they
look so gorgeous I'm so nervous
You tell your jokes and people laugh
Tonight the boys are wearing leather
And all the girls are dressed in black
I wanna know about a girl
She was wearing tight
black leather jacket
A blonde hair
In the glare
An urban accent made her
different from the others
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