Lyrics:
with the chrome under the lip
White gold, fang bitch, million watch up on the wrist
On the strip with Riff, that's my blood, that's my tick
Chopping
while I light my spliff (spliff)
Good God I gotta' take a lift (lift)
From reality I just can't drift (drift)
That's why I am staying with this riff
part of this song
I hope that my riff's good enough to keep
Better leave it now or go out of my mind
Now I dig you think that perfect's what we
can't drift
That's why I am staying with this riff
Take it easy, easy skanking
Got to take it easy, easy skanking
Take it easy, easy skanking
Yeah riff raff
Uh, Weathermen, Hieroglyphics, what up? Ok
Riff raff, alley, when I boom slang
Drip draft
Venom with a new twang, same swagger
New
Drop out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke to-uh the riff-filled land
Drop... out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke to-uh
If you let me see who is you
Don't let that bullet hit me
Don't blow that riff on me
I got more sense than you see
Don't blow that riff on me
I can't
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward
I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with
this riff. (riff)
Take it easy (easy skankin')
Lord, I take it easy! (easy skankin')
Take it easy (easy skankin')
Got to take it easy (easy
The boy is trying to tell me
Near enough to the edge (beginning of the end)
Say they've all been there
Too late my friend
Riff raff
Always good for a laugh
Interludes: Short (2-4 seconds) Double bass walking down a blues riff
Verse 1
Yeah that teddy’s got me down
Looking left, right all around
So b-b-blue
Under
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs auf's Riff
Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit
Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit
Auf der Brücke
Interludes: Short (2-4 seconds) Double bass walking down a blues riff
Verse 1
Yeah that teddy’s got me down
Looking left, right all around
So b-b-blue
Under
riff to riff
I'm a git down-guitar groupie
Git down, downtown, lowdown
Guitar groupie, well
A guitar groupie, yeah
Shady lady from the get go
catch a flick
Clink
Straight up and down like I'm loving your dip
My target: pick, pick, pick
Never miss when I shoot it's swift
Flip like Mary Lou
Riff
pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica
My
(Here come)
(Here come)
(Here)
Beach on the moon
Beach on the moon
There's a beach on the moon
Where these recycled riffs ain't going
even twenty-five
Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff
I know you're gonna think this song is a riff
Unless you've been inside a tunnel
my riff's good enough to keep
Better leave it now or go out of my mind
Now I dig you think that perfect's what we should make it
But I've been down
riff but nigga you riff
then I'm on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down souh for international crowds
Chorus
niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with your bitch-ass
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough (uh)
expert tells me it's okay
As this song came to me
Quite unknowingly
This song could be you could be
This riff ain't trying to win gold medals
This
to a mic check
Drive a Jeep, catch beeps on the norm
Never say much when I riff
'cause I'm a quiet storm
Most of the time I'm coolin' in my crib
Watchin'
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