to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop
earn (Oh Yeah) Guitar strapped on my back, sugar-pop in hand We're all obsessing about the rock n' roll band (Oh Yeah) Something's got me Spinning round, dizzy sounds When the songs
have to answer to jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop
ll make you dance Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong Girl, we make
beatlemania seepin the planet All that screamin from hoes, i couldn't stand it I remember bruce lee, PS3 to pong Spandex, hair metal, rock love song
, the hardcore raw Lyrical law, never seen before And I am, D.M.C And for all of y'all This is the way, we reckless for rhymes You got to save it for
was young, I used to turn up the bass and Rock out to Billy Jean and Thriller in my basement When Michael Jackson was a pop sensation Every second song
i dreamed i thanked scott ian for persistence of time back when steve and eva died that album changed my life it was a package of pure darkness tied up
Oh, you're good to me But you're bad for me (Girl's gotta hold on him) ~ * Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown The Rolling Stones (vocal - Mick Jagger) Pop
call it songs If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong Critics let their face grow long Face my music for
the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar
bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher And James Dean is fine for me (So how you gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life For
I started Playing guitar by the town memorial All my songs were singing editorials And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount I counted my change and
home girls doin' made me sing this song. My heart jumps rope for you. x4 Mickey Rocks A class act student around that blade brown pickup, the pickup on guitar
in) As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it Yo, too many songs,
. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues. Pop Pop
What's the length of your hair Are you a nerd Or just a power pop turd Are you a wimp A power pop simp Does the sound of loud guitars Make your dick
ain't gone work) I'm proper nobody can stop a nigga pull yo gun & pop a nigga I promise (nigga, that shit ain't gone work) If you get a famous feature on yo song
