Lyrics:
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
home oh from the party
And the good folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a big donation
Send some old jive preacher to the holy land
Lord honey,
mansion
One big house on a little old street
We fell in love with Little Bo Peep
I'm in a rock and a hard place
But these rocks bring you heartache
number son job interview
It's all gravy everybody knows me now
Bust bars at every venue in town
Adjan's a dab hand at growing the cro
I get grams in big
whenever you write down your goals
You're manifesting them into the real world
So let's live that
Big dreams
Big house
Lots of land and live free
I don't
spoked wheels. In spite of all this, it is obvious that the way he really gets
around is by being dangled from place to place by a union guy with a dark
Sit close my eyes and I think
Where I lift off I will not land
Oh man
Tell everyone
I'm in town for a week
Hold me down for a week
Hold me down for
away
A little fish had to find a bigger bowl
When I touch down on the run way
I'm gonna run straight to my mum
Waiting at the gate
Get the duty free for
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
This big town is a shelter for me
I found a place to hide my misery
I lost my love so long ago
And though my heart is hurting so
The one I love
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
to win the war
Old battle axe
Now as I think of our great land
Of the cities and towns and farming land
There's so many good people
Working every day
I
a place where we should go
So he lead me through the forest to the edge of a lagoon by which
We wandered 'til we reached a bubbly spring
The knight grew
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
With
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
By this 'Property Management Company'
That wouldn't fix it
We asked "Can we fix it?" "No you can't"
Don't even start, if they own the land
You can't
fuck with you
Cause life is only give and take
In the town where the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, that's the place
Suckers take
they’ll never realize
Under the green cover there are Kings in disguise
Forest! Representing the town
Forest! Gonna burn the place down
Forest! Taking out
naw, it'll do for our little town
I said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it
He said, have
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
Transistor Town
Dumb, dumb
I says, "Pig Pen, this here must be the place,
Dumb, dumb
"'Cause everybody's eatin' with sticks."
Dumb, dumb
He says,
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
this life is so simple and free
Can you think of any other place you'd rather be?
Than this small town with friends and family all around
Where the moon
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