[Intro]. Go Grizz. Ahhhh, ah, ah. . [Verse 1]. Nights like this i be cruising. Seat laid back, windows down. Got that boom-boom in my system. Turn it up when i need to vent some.
Get out from that kitchen,. And rattle those pots and pans,. Get out from that kitchen,. And rattle those pots and pans,. Well, roll my breakfast,. 'Cause I'm a hungry man..
Well Jesus Christ was an only child. He went down to the river. And he drank and smiled. . And his dad was oh-so-mad. Should have insured that planet.
Look at you with all your jealousy, you had your moment, but you never wanted me.. So if you're thinking you and I can ever be, I'm just look at you with all your jealousy..
Pobres ojos. redondos negros. Juegan a mirarse,. despojados de color. sólo palabras nublan una canción. y se dejan llevar.. . Ah lejos de aquí, su voz quema.
De mano en mano se pasa la verdad. y en cada mano olvidar. algo de cierto y tambin se llevar. de cada mano el parecer.. Si caminramos calendario atrs,.
Sucedi que una vez, hace tiempo, hubo un militar,. y el ejrcito fue una cadena de descubrimientos.. No poda perderse un amanecer. pues la diana era antes que la claridad.
Soy ciudadano del amor. Llevo dogal de belleza. Entre la hombrera y la cabeza. Entre rodilla y cinturón. . Haciendo crítica social. Me perfumé de valiente.
Jim Steam Killed Lula (F. McDowell). Mississippi Fred McDowell. Recorded: March 1968 Los Angeles, CA.. Producer: Pete Welding. Album: Levee Camp Blues, Testament TCD6007.
Johnny let's go out riding. To a place outside of town. I go there every Sunday. To watch the sun go down. . There's plenty of girls who know you. They've been asking where you've been.
to the tic toc ya don't stop. to the beat beat and ya don't quit shit. Before the sun shines the rain falls. Applause the encore. haven't you heard of a bitch who can open like pores.
Ladies leave your man at home. The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown. And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends. 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'.
Jane be Jane. You're better that way. Not when your trying. Imitating something you think you saw. . Jane be Jane. And if sometimes that might. Drive them away.
Take a walk. Out the gate you go and never stop. Past all the stores and wig shops. Quarter in a cup for every block. And watch the buildings grow. Smaller as you go.
I met this girl. She looked like Axl Rose. Got drunk and took her home. And we slept in our clothes. And in the morning put. My feet on the floor. And thought.
Stop the bus. I want to be lonely. When seconds pass slowly. And years go flying by. You gotta stop the bus. We get off here. Enough's enough. And I'm leaving this factory.
[Chorus]. I'm the jack of all trades, master of one. Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun. Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple. Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts.