, and i know Looking for it in all the wrong places And i know, and i know Its time to, time to, time to give it up And i know, and i know The last train
MP3 * Waiting o Lyrics This is the last time I will follow you This is the last
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
, rockin' dro and grab a hoe And get back in the van with some titties in hand Let her meet your new friend who's willing to spend The whole night, another flight, another gig, another city
Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme.. *musical breakdown* "Up next.." [Ghostface Killah] Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock
leather city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock
leather city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock
Impala Watching EPs of Buck Rogers Chewbacca knocka rocks for the brolic hip-hoppas Facin their dramas follow these orders [Chorus: Jise One] We on express trains
and nobody dying, So one of these muddaskunt lying! Verse 3: N-n-no,no they cop's trained rock us up, steady trained to stop us but, Everybody mudda
that gets laced tight The one you wear, hit a flare on the same night That you hit an uprock, I'm the one in the closet next to one sock The one you rock
last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of this sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes and find that train ticket we lost 'cause once
paths all lost And bring LA P.D holocaust Anybody gets rocked the truth First your ass gets rocked and then shot We see through the plot City street
about Unknown but I'm still a soldier Can't let em go home till I win 'em over My youth was training, its very clear Every year, new city, new rules
our own kind To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train
paths all lost And bring la p.d holocaust Anybody gets rocked the truth First your ass gets rocked and then shot We see through the plot City street
back and drop knots in the garbage pail Peepin' out the window with the ak Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city
{Aesop Rock} Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands
last look and smashed him All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day Swallow up the pieces Spit 'em at your species Reachin' the city of lost barnacles
