Lyrics:
on patrol
I be looking for a man who going by Jimmy Lo
Man he popped right up the back
And said yo I think you should
I didn't do shit
I didn't hit Hash
But
girls could excite me
Then it hit me both of them liked me
Huh HAHA yeah that's the lick
Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit
these two girls could excite me
Then it hit me -- both of them liked me
Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick
Listen and learn, while I kick some more
of his imaginary friend
In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground
In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down
In Camden Town
In Camden
Hills, for real
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew's talking about "What
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
I be climbin' to the top I been workin' n' shit
Can't nobody stop me, make me jump off a cliff
I been workin' by myself I always ride with the stick
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
always looks and gives me shit cause I'm
a white kid that bounces on a beat like Jimmy Cliff.
Singing this, got me high like music was drug oh shit
tell
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
we hit the mattress
Tell me what you do
Oh she do gymnastics
Well that's fine by me
Only time I'm high is when I'm off the trees
Or I'm off the cliffs
in 9 duce i got pissed on 10 times
I roll solo i ain't got no clue
i said please don't hit me more than a cow says moo
afraid of heights i'm a-scared
dem come and let me explain
when dis beat it a hit you, you nah feel no pain
Reggae music make you feel good when it full up your brain
make you jump
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that
Bitch I'm from the ball, we like taking hoes to pound town
Hoes ain't pick up the phone, man they around now
Choppa make a pussy listen up like it's
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that
rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that
to Jimmys as soon as we land
Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, you see what we in
Balenci you see what we in
Hop in the foreign again, hop in
Just guns and blue faces
He made it to the docks
He got there by himself
Tried to hit jimmy's phone
To try to get some help
His phone is dead of course
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
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