Years of being told you ain't as good as us. Join the line, sign your name. And they all said that our country's going to bust. But no one's fooling us again.
Years of being told you ain't as good as us. Join the line, sign your name. And they all said that our country's going bust. But no-one's fooling us again.
When she's hot it's the heat of a burning at the stake. And when she's cold it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake. And when she smiles is it real or the smile an assassin makes.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I thought you knew). You can just do the god damn! (straight from New York Cityyyyy). (New York Cityyyyyyy). C'mon! (I'ma tell you like this man).
[Chorus]. Droogs dont run. Droogs dont run. . If you're in any trouble. You know we'll be right there. . [Chorus]. . We don't take no shit from no one.
There are people who know everything about you. Every place that you've been every job you do. State of health state of mind it's the world today. It's all down in their files and computers too.
Smokin lah, me got flav. Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's. . Who wanna look like, wanna act like us?. Wanna be like, roll the trees like us. Wanna talk like, wanna walk like us.
Here I stand head in hand. Turn my face to the wall. If she's gone I can't go on. Feelin' two-foot small. Everywhere people stare. Each and every day.
Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down. Moved out to another slum in another part of town. Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift.
[Hook: [Steele] (Tek)]. We control the nut (who's comin in?). What they comin wit? (what they movin in?). Who's movin in? (when can I expect my payment).
You are so beautiful. To me. You are so beautiful. To me. Can't you see. You're everything I hoped for. You're everything I need. You are so beautiful.
Got drunk on a Friday night. Woke up Sunday morning. His bags by the front door. There's no final warning. She's thrown in all his clothes. And all reason is out.
Yeah, yeah. Back up in here smoked out. Strictly trees, strictly trees. Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves. . Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us.
What would you think if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Intro:. ah where's everybody up. (Speaking Spanish). . [Tony Touch]. it's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca". dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo.
hitler has only one big ball. Gring he has two but small. Himmler has something similar. and poor old Gbbels. has now balls at all..
Let me ask this question real quick, umm. As far as the Smif-N-Wessun. And the name change and everything like that. Now how did that come about?. How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz.
Hold on, I'll be back for you - it won't be long. But for now there's something else that's calling me. So take me down a lonesome road. Point me east and let me go.