Lyrics:
lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
suit
We can stop on the way outta town
Get what you want and ice it on down
A little getaway time is what I need
Just you and me
Why don't hook
ain't even seen the block.
Go ahead rock back and forth let your head bob.
Non-stop, you can let your leg rock.
Put some swag in it, back and forth put
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
easily blinded by fortune and fame
(Do it man)
*Reggae chanting for 34 secs*
[Lidu Rock]
'cause in the projects man, you got to watch where you walkin
enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bob well
But I think he
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
ain't lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
taste
Now I'm on Captain Morgan, My leg will raise
But if you wanna let this sir rock your world
All you gotta do is
Live it a little
Give in a little
I
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
Aesop Rock
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
There's a little slice of heaven I know out by the sea
In a Land close yet far, where I find tranquility
A place you can lay on the downlow for
The night was mighty dark
So you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine
Couple sitting underneath the willow tree
For love they pined
Little
News report seh people thought yuh got
Run over by a tractor
Me scary like every episode of Fear Factor
Eye for eye, tooth fi tooth
Mi just love that
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
by a bitch
Take em high get em higher now
You take em high we get em higher now
If that ain't high we get em higher now
Ain't no matches left for me
the track, this is only a test
I'm the leader of the pack
My is that...
Number one is no Mathias rap
Don't try this at home little brother
Been doing it for
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