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[Bone] Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Oh yo yo yo yo yo yo [Krayzie] Me take a puff and then me watch for the po-po That's 'cause me wantin no encounter with
Papers lie there helplessly In a pile outside the door I tried and tried, but I just can't remember What they're for The world outside is tugging Like
She said, "You look like a guy I used to know" And she was right, she stood biting on her lip Eyes upturned and then she said "I know, I know, I know
I've got the blues for San Francisco It's where I long to be I've got the blues for San Francisco It's where I long to be There's a club they call Sugar
It's many a fine lady that's walked along beside me With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rain Some tried to hold me to hurt me to hide
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Get up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the
Step to this Irish mac daddy I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride Little did you know you
Meanwhile back at the ranch We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars I don't need a glock 'cause I
Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back I got the skills to pay the bills I don't pop pills but I send chills
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood take me out you never could Act up in my neighbourhood you better not my aim is good The house of pain is not a gang just
Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it Can ya keep a secret, so can I Why ask why, try
Peckerwood, Peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be? Like a bird in a tree on
She won't come Just when you want it Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the