Lyrics:
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
the pain that I felt
All the pain that I felt
Rock out by myself
Glock out for myself
You can be my new hell
You can be my new hell
Cast Out
Ever since my
second down
Hoes play wifey, want to settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
Pound to echo loud, bout 7
second down
Hoes play wifey, want to settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
Pound to echo loud, bout 7
bitty on a little bam-bam
That pill poppers hopping on a city bound tram
The stars go in and the stars go out
And punk rock what it's all about
cave
Was The Dragon's lair
As they got to the opening
That's when they start noticing
That the entrance was blocked
By rocks, it was slightly odd
From
you sound like Chris Rock
You ain't got no rocks you ain't signed by the rock
Bitch ass get geeked punk I'll drop you off
You can't dribble the rock you
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
that I bite my tongue
'Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
So leave with life as long's you come in peace
I'm
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
and a baby
I can't cope with it
a chance is something that I never had
I'm standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
can't
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
[CHORUS:]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get
A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
She said it was her first time to see the sea
Helping her climb across those jetty rocks was
Samson, to send Marilyn Manson
back to Hell, the resurrection of Fred Hampton
You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up
Whenever punks jump up
[Intro]
Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggaz
come down on lower level actin like they hard
Off the street ass punk! yaint
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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
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
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell
Fuck what the punks are talking 'bout
I want to get up with that big balling bitch
Plus niggas feeling what I'm
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
And aint no prick here can hold me
Money slicker than gold teeth
Pouring like nose bleeds
Ya dig
Im a hot boy
Jewels out rock boy
Looking for to pop raw
Her
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
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