to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Just notify my next of kin This wheel
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everybody wanna know whus really goin' on Is you and 3000 still makin' songs? So on and so on I can o-on and o-on and on,and on,and on Hell yes! [CHORUS
is it like? Tossin' 'em hoes And rollin' on fools on Bremboes Flossin' 'em chain, we doing big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's
Boulevard Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me Three wheel
, but If you really want it, you Got to come and get it You pussy motherfucker I fight fire with fire, sneakin' through lines with mine Tote A.K.'s and 9's
Let's ride It's a felling deep inside It's like a burnin' fire It's like a roller coaster rider Makes you wanna fly A natural high The beat, the beat
The ark of His Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold Down here It's made of a wood and wire And my body is on fire
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the
over half the world's population is starving? There are so many things that might have been done, But rooted on this spot in the desire to find solution
look nice Put ya money on her, better double the price But let's get it niggaz and jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, and let's jump (Behind the wheel
on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I
wanna know what's really goin' on Is you and 3000 still makin' songs? So on and so on I can o-on and o-on And on, and on, and on, hell yes! Music makes
band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots While I'm away, boy, I'm afraid not I've got no time to flick and talk But this baby rocked out on the spot She
filled the mother With the kids from the suburbs To create a scene that was our own not another's The wheels were turnin My mind was churnin The fire
Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
