someday Someday Get out, get out, get out You're not driving Get out, get out, get out You're not driving Get out, get out, get out You're not driving Get out, get out
pictures And then I was taking the pictures But the exposure thing wasn't right And I was going to call fred or gerry To find out how to get set it I
my own cousin I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong I muss my hair like Fred and get
I'm going out raw, Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell, Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps, Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep
I get burned baby, Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red, put them together and we color them dead, dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun, they get
a bird Bust a U-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But wearin' the wrong color outfit, could get
the american democratic ideal to it's logical conclusion in the sense that not only do they prohibit discrimination on the grounds of race, cre Nd color
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get
out Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay C'mon, c'mon, look out, watch out C'mon, c'mon, watch out, c'mon, c'mon Get down, get down, c'mon, look out
ships, were no misery Call me crazy, or isn't he See I fell asleep and I had a dream It was all black everything Uh, and we ain't get exploited White
then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was
fiends Million dollar spot, million dollar dreams Four or five different colored techa-marines Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones Plushed out
and put me up in that hearse remember this here verse, I did a song with Fred Durst As far as the independent underground scene I was the first To get
, "baby, you'll never change" (chorus) You gotta get gone You gotta get going Hey, the world ain't slowin' down For no one It's a carnival calling out
road, tryin' to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin' with Sean and Smoke Nine times, nine to five, I'm troop servin' Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get
And then I was taking the pictures But the exposure thing wasn't right And I was going to call fred or gerry To find out how to get set it I was too
waste out yuh chance fi paint di town red, Cause when yuh buss it up, a fi mek Babylon fled Yuh have yuh owna mind and you nah quick fi follow Fred
