Lyrics:
you can get my duck sick...
But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
can't help
on the wall
When you see J3T thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck the haters I see, 'cause I hate that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you
on the wall
When you see J3T thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck the haters I see, 'cause I hate that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you
Live and direct from the eastside
Had to fight for respec' in my Levis
Line in my head like Leroy
Used to ride through the ends like Levi
White girl
and when ya see me in traffic just ride by
You should've been a pigeon
'cause you duck so well
but next time I catch you I'ma pluck yo' tail
the chicken heads
Roosters, duck, duck, goose, & geese
Never get off topic, I work at a 24 hour hot topic
They tell me stop it I can't
Got the mentality
Monday
Talk tough but they don't wan run fade Niggas gone make bloody up an all white t
Don't let me catch you on a drunk day
We gone have duck tape we got
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your
don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are getting
don't drink Brandy, little bitch
I've always been a skinny white _____ with freckles
Rockin' fly-ass shirts that only cost Five Shekels
Pouring my
The little nigga so easy to shoot
But I like it personal duck duck goose
I can tell you are not for the group
I pick you apart that is from the roots
Do you
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Organization
Before 1978 there was no blood with AIDS contamination
It ain't little green monkeys
It's little white honkeys crossing bouing leukemia with sheep
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
I'm feeling like sugar cubes in iced tea
Brand new taper with a white tee
I'm feeling like a fresh pair of nikes
I don't give a fuck if you don't
that ni**a heartless, group homes, ni**a never had no fosters
'Cause who taking home the little black kid, poor thing, his momma is a crackhead
So
You're welcome.
(sung)
Girl: Now here is a question,
A question for you.
Remember, the answer
Will start with a "Q".
Just think of a duck,
Be it white
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I'm a VIP, nigga
Pop bottles of Mo'
I
Ooohh, I luh dat man
His tiny hands
On the button pointed straight at Little Rocket Man
You know my dude don’t flinch
Stone Cold don’t give
And Drew is my queer
Little does he know
We boutta fuck
All my boys botta give it up
Duck, duck, goose- goose
Fuck ya butt
Dirty Dan
I'm the man
Do the dance
of beats for why'all to go
[Bad Azz]
Kurupt, Snoop, let's do the damn thing
Show all the little homies how the Dogg Pound bang
[Snoop Dogg]
Dash,
brothers and lovers who love it so
we see the jumper Orange and white shoes just like I'm in a jumper
I caught a homie through bodies and I'm finna catch
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