Lyrics:
Put a rack up on it if you ain't no punk
Do it up like the steps, walk it out like a pet
Off the top, get a tip like 75 percent
This establishment
Put a rack up on it if you ain't no punk
Do it up like the steps, walk it out like a pet
Off the top, get a tip like 75 percent
This establishment
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain [2x]
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
Cause
know
And I can give you twenty-seven reasons why
Post-punk rhymes are just as fly
As anything fborn from mainstream rap
'till my laptop dies and I'll
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,
the pick, the Lee suit, and the afro.
Now from the flair jeans on 169th and College.
Watching the dude lean on one-seven-o
With a Kangol 'cross America,
I
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
it's cold
Oh I'm so in tune with the seasons
And by now you fully well know
Oh I'm so improved it's appealing
Niggas wanna know what tune
I'm releasing
[chorus]
Brigade jump on a couple of punks
Nigga, we bad news
(we bad news, nigga)
To beef for real
If you step our way it's on
Anybody, everybody
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
democracy
You ask yourself and I'll ask me
Wwprd, wwprd?
Put in jail for two years each
Just for punk rock public speech
What is this, the middle ages?
Let
wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac,
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Lyrics ©1985 Falco
Er war ein Punk
und er lebte
in der großen Stadt
In ganz Wien
alles weiß
er war ein Mann der
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
truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl (girl), respect is just a minimum (minimum)
N- and you still defending 'em
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl (girl), respect is just a minimum (minimum)
N- and you still defending 'em (defending 'em)
play with with that
But watch me rock where Liberace flashed
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
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