Lyrics:
odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
changed forever more
Met some friends along the way
We still jam to this day
Make some time to celebrate
Punk rock
42 and alive
Hardcore
I still feel 35
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
it's fine
30 Seconds on the clock
Stopped em dead in the tracks
Really brought the rock
Within 20
These ugly guys is some money
Set the block and go
So, you're a philosopher? Yes
I think very deeply
In about four seconds, a
Teacher will begin to speak, huh
Let us begin what, where
Why or when
to grab weapons
I heat scenes like a desert for the 9-7
Ruck and Rock loaned me the glock to buck shots at the reverand
To clear minds, we about to rush
somethin
And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
When I rock with Chubb you block show me love
Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first
punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles
connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
"It's fine by design"
They act like I'm too scared to leave
This life I lead
The air I breathe
My wants and needs
My holy peace
I saw a skylight
Fall last
Take a second to look i move, I rock
Feelin' like The Pharcyde
Niggas think your petty crimes are small time
Thinkin' big time like a movie
Man, I'm so
'em
I ain't fuck wit' rat niggas
Since Big put out Life
And I won't scrap wit' ya
The Sig put out lights
I re-rock then the coppers pull out pipes
I'm
doubt
[redman] aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
to diss me
I popped in the rip of my indo
Every 20 seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps
Checkin my herb for a branch
play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Oh, they
the recognition live
Silver Bullet gave you twenty seconds to comply
AC DC flip rock like judo
Back in black like Justin Trudeau
He took it back like a coal mining
I don't really wanna play with these punks
Must've thought that I was dumb cuz of the slang when I talk
When I Talk
Ya ya ya ya
When I Talk
Ya ya ya
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock
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