Lyrics:
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
Flu game like I’m 2 3 pass the rock
Whole gang in that Whoopty got the Glock
Coupe gang Almani squad let me put you on
I’m the mother fucking Don
you hearing this and think you nice as
G, I'm liking these little conversations you having
Trying to entice the beef, but I can't be tempted by
the pipe then dip by the morning
Ferrari I hop in the whip and I’m flooring
Overseas chick I got two different foreigns
Always stay strapped with a glock Jim
skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you
want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when
Household Name hear this, they'll be
me to
Do photo ads in magazines
Went from the BET video to big
Features in Vibe and Rolling Stone
Get the cover of the Source
They gave me three mics
Yuh, Family Biz (Family Biz) right, hah
Gordo
We move that yay often
Me and my three niggas step with four 44s
Cops charge us with jaywalkin' (Woo)
additional help, they let me know by changing their color. We also need a face 2 face conversation, preferably late in the afternoon when the day becomes
Americano want O facing the dirt
Because they Women Crush Wednesdays want to get me all my paperwork
Fuck Trump
I bump from New York to Fort Lauderdale
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
23 a slice
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world, Manhattan where we kill them (Taz)
Plus my project way of thinking spending most my
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you
trips to the beach
Tickets to Paris
A family of three
I'm just tryin to have a conversation
Tell me where you goin in your life
I swear that I could see
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
does
Judge me by my color of blood we all
People we all equal, the human race is regal
Verse 3
Can I get some
Freedom can we get some freedom
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
Unstoppable
Fuck an obstacle
Have to make it not optional
Do it by any means mission impossible
Keep me away from conversations
Cause I've been off of my wave
beating go around
The whole building, " Ross says the guards
Requested that he leave
Meek remains frustrated by the
Way he's been treated
By the system
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"
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