Lyrics:
at the mall
They think they got it figured out at just sixteen years old
Trying to tell me what punk rock's about but I don't care no more
And I say, I didn't
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
Wreck League, check, protect ya neck
Stop the presses, I stress the second guesses
Punks jump up, we ain't stressin
Just aggressive by fear to beat
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Tock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock Tock
7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock Tock
10, 11, 12, let's roll, let's rock
Second by second
sixty seconds in one
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
street
Chilling by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watching Scarface on the flat screen
Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump
Let's hear it for the sharp and slick
big hearted guitar man, London Mick
Come on DJ play my fix
some rock and roll by London Mick
I first met him
caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child,
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
latte till late fall
Takis is what I got
For the spice
I try to rock through the night
Between a punk and fetus
Half a junkie and Jesus
Had luck still
She's got a voice, like June Carter cash
And her hair, is a punk rock disaster
And she doesn't mind that mine is even worse
She's got smile, that
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
and Rock,
Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick
If your head ain't spinning from dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day they
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
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