For any gimmick or gizmo! Wouldn't you rather be involved In a series of colorful Time-wastinc trends? Air hockey . . . biff . . . dush-h-h! La-la
likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write G, yeah yeah right Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin' while his folk in
song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on Dark Ships in the Forest, Folk
' my guitar in the shade That old tree spreadin' over my head is the closest friend I made Just me and some lonely wooden music, floatin' through air
been hot, slingshot in my sky rocket Fly in my flock, air platoon Pop the pop 1 hit wonder hot air balloons Drop the top in the summer, got to blare the tunes
ll come rolling through your town You might go up and never come down It's the cure for air pollution It's the Rinky Dink solution Folks'll wonder, folks
we die) Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet and keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now
grown. But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let
grown. But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's
Though words may fly You can't deny It's in the air tonight (repeat chorus 2x) Boom They thought we'd change our tune They thought that we'd go bust
questions in a scientific melting pot As it was read, when activated a new permanent geographic, made it possible to inhabit Thieves of air, water of
the kids playing out front little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch while the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your
feat. DJ Premier) [DJ Premier:] Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock R.I.P., this one for you, my G Let's get it [Intro: sung by KRS-One to the tune
well those the rules" so bump that homie I'm a break those Chevy with the Lambo doors and it got the popped trunk Black and white paint job air brushed
heat from the fire We brought the energy and streetcar named desire We was flippin, they was trippin, how we was old schoolin' needle to the groove, hands in the air
folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
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time But when the summer comes everythings in bloom And you wouldnt know its there And the white folks like to pretend its not But their musics in the air