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One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3 He said "2 for you, 2 for me" Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner Chorus: I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x) Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues Just like gasarama on Avenue B He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world" You gotta have the love in this fucked up world You gotta have that sweet, sweet love That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba You gotta have that love, for the world the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha Shoo be doo bop bop I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x) Can't you see, can't you see That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end) |
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I'm not in love
so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through and just because I call you up don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love no no It's because I like to see you but then again that doesn't mean you mean that much to me so if I call you don't make a fuss don't tell your friends about the two of us i'm not in love no no It's just because I keep your picture upon my wall it hides a nasty stain that's lying there so don't you ask me to give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me I'm not in love no no It's just because ooh you'll wait a long time for me ooh you'll wait a long time for me what's the matter big boys don't cry ooh you'll wait a long time for me ooh you'll wait a long time for me what's the matter big boys don't cry I'm not in love so just forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through and just because I call you up don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love |
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Barry White, saved my life And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left Chorus. Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright Chorus (2x) [fade out] |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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Blues and reds and 9 an' a half grand
I had customs eatin' outta the palm of my hand And when the smoke didn't clear I looked for my bag Lies a little old lady whose trafficking skag For Bedo and Lewis I reflect through the noise Lyin' cheatin' killers but a nice pair of boys I catch my cue o yes love I've had it Sleepycat needs that cab so I grabbed it Yo my man! I headed downtown Chorus: De hado me, un poquito mas, now baby De hado me, my love, un poquito mas Now never say maybe especially to your girl Mine wanted answers so I gave her the world The drugs kept me goin' honey, the money's for bail Marten got the fear cause he's never been to jail I told them it wasn't mine but they knew me and pounced They found it, we haggled, I still got half an ounce Now baby, here I am back like the Jets, Turn down the lights, time to have sex Chorus (x4) |
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I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up The foes that oppose me by proxy They try to get foxy, they try to rock me They say they got the 40 cal glok With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip Well, I came back from Hell, so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games But don't play 'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill before you get out you town car Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken pram Mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin' I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Conan The westy, honey don't test me Ooh, I just ate 5 blotters And things are gettin' kinda wacked If you can't live the lie, let it die And if you can't live a life full of strife Just say oops and jump through hoops And get to the end of the line And get to the end of the line We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up I got bear huge for my brothers And I got no love for the others Come on kids, you ain't built for bids You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker Mucho Dinero, the man with the hat said He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled Movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion Referring, concurring and workin' out solutions We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up If you can't live the lie, let it die And if you can't live a life full of strife Just say oops and jump through hoops And get to the end of the line And get to the end of the line Know your man, know his game Don't be ashamed from where you came If you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na na na |
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One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust
Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota When your time here is over One bum, two bum, three bums more If dispute you're using then you know what it's for A shot in the dark and after a thought A lark You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman If I can't be true I don't want your money baby See I'm happy being stealth Can't define my wealth So, yo, go ask somebody else Yeah The streets is watchin' Yeah The streets is watchin' I said the streets are watchin' |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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Barry White, saved my life And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left Chorus. Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright Chorus (2x) [fade out] |
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He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 1: Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 2: And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the HillNow go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me 2 1 2 1 ( 1st 9 lines sotto voice) |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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