Lyrics:
Bon Jovi broke up
Same song second chorus
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
Bon Jovi broke up
Same song second chorus
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
punk shit
Half a mill' a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Bon Jovi broke up
Same song second chorus
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies
They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked
I'm back by
When I wAs A little boy,
(When I wAs just A boy)
And my mother would cAll my nAme,
(When I wAs just A boy)
She'd sAy I hAd to be in the house by 7
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
Rocks
My teeth keep grinding noncontrolling Lately I've become unholy
Stir the pot and boil slowly Methamphetamine and Macaroni
I sit around my room
wanna know
If you feel it, too, just like I do.
[silkk]
I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a second when I see the cops
Rocks
punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, god damn I seen god damn Eric's crippled ass
walking down the street
Talkin’ bout he need a ride, what kinda
slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, goddamn I seen goddamn Eric's crippled ass
Walking down the street
Talkin? 'bout he need a ride,
a booth
And you a new engineer
I'm here to prove I am the
Truth and really something to fear it's me
7xve
Punks who don't, don't, don't know
Punks who
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven bloaw!
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
the pouch
I met an entity
Seven eyes, and twelve teeth (That's nineteen)
Like Mr. Padre in the 80's dominating SD
Looked just like a checkerboard
A knot up in
like to get to know?
Slow your roll i can tell
You're tryna take me home
But there are seven things about me
That I think you should know
See there's
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
seven-seven butt nakeds sippin' drank
In my sauna (Sauna)
Only fuck with hoes who rock Dolce & Gabbana
(Gabbana) dolce & Gabbana
(yeah) , Dolce-Dolce & Gabbana
per second makes a huge difference. compared it to a humming fridge
7. elephants trunk, first roar, second roar sounded a lot closer, there was a huge
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
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