Lyrics:
That Old Beat Up Guitar

laid there smilin' on that old beat up guitar Well I took her from the wall ran my hands across the scars played again the old songs that were written on that guitar

Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars

walk in here with a beat up case The same guitar I've always played And the words I wrote down on a page When I was 12 years old and small town raised

and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the

, pitcher, better check that batter Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper, hey, hey I was born in the united states And I grew up hard but I grew up

' up in that Bootsy's rubber band In '76, seen a mothership land Nothin' but funk all in your face I like to slow it way down in ass and bass 'Cause that

that beat. Play that beat. (Bang) Play that beat. Play that beat. (Bang) Play that beat. Play that beat. (Bang) Play that beat. Play that beat. (

Mt. Olympus Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat

ha girl that will take you far The police come around the corner, somebody up there told He's arresting this little girl, that's only twelve years old