, reason to try To win something Gotta fight Last pener, last pener around I was nut, zero not a hero Bandit like no one around Breakin' every fuckin' rule Backyard bandit
right Or I'm an example sucker I had reason, reason to try To win something, Gotta fight Last pener, Last pener around I was a nut, Zero not a hero Bandit
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called
dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
' bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend Even when you aint sittin down you can't stand him Dirty dick bandit, luxury car whipper Crib on Dolphin Island, backyard
tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
117 valley drive Seemed like heaven when the band arrived With a couple of drums and a couple guitars We'd play our hearts out in my backyard And the
here in our backyard at the pickin' shed I remember the first time I walked through the door I felt at home though I'd never been in there before the band
the merry go round and around And everybody's talkin' 'bout you're so funny But they still tellin' lies to me I got the trees in my backyard And it's
One day when I came home at lunch time I heard a funny noise Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys Stood there was my
, vision had you tune into my figgida Figgida microphone and mobile Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards
' turbo-grass Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe A little starlight, moonshine, down home, party time Turn it loose and let it go and kick my countrified soul The band
Just because I go to punk rock shows and because I play in punk rock bands. it don't mean nothing at all. cause there's still so much i don't know.
flip yo' cash 'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash [
117 valley drive seemed like heaven when the band arrived with a couple of drums and a couple guitars we'd play our hearts out in my backyard and
your hands in the air Anybody we forgot, you can stand there and stare Yeah, you remember, tracksmart (?), off to a bad start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard
me paranoid but paranoia's a defense mechanism From those trying to destroy ya Don't let them throw ya off course Keep that money safe buried in your backyard