[instumental]
Translation: Sonic Youth. Guitar Lick.
[Lenny Kravitz also accompanies with guitar] [Intro: Pharrell Williams] (Diddy in background) Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what
we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns and masks We not scared to blast and dip off fast With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick Now
always gonna be disadvantaged But soon come, it soon come, ya soon done Ya start run, you stumble, we catch one In the rhythm, Santana lick the guits
men and my guitar Hook: I'm stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar
It's why the color pink was made It's why we wear cheap aftershave and bathe It's why we left the cave It's why we learned to play guitar Use chopsticks
love, tainted love Real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin' to strum like guitars in this
while before I'm ready But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin' I could
-backs fun through a pack of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude Yo, one, two Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with fifth shots Lick
of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude [ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt! Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick
ah fuck, what happened? They always told us that we sucked at rapping Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
, like it's a dope rhyme Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead 'Cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread I'm makin' papers, brothers catchin' vapors Try to lick
to be famous, I get to be rich Or bring me a girl, they're always the best You put 'em on stage and you have 'em undress Some angel whore who can learn a guitar lick
half tight And so the nights rolled by like headlights Shining on a lonesome strip of tar I kept his word of kindness close to me Like a pick on my guitar
that?s where my story really begins He said, ?Son my name is Boregard Rippy I come to you from Tupelo Mississippi I write songs that?ll sing like a bird I play licks on my guitar
and I traveled far just a pickin' that big round hole guitar Pickin' that big round hole guitar But I wound up workin' in a local bar pickin' that big round hole guitar
