you've got it all set to go Before you come for my piano. But the band's on the bus, and they're waiting to go We gotta drive all night and do the show
are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come
fuck, I know y'all niggas mad at me So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker You a many style copycat, Bendy Mile, stockin' cap
you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle We come out, or
end? Where do we turn, when there's nothing left but regret and We seem miles apart? Can't we change the past, and even after all the efforts made We still seem to go
of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an unexplained lone beacon far below the miles
top or below I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
no time loser man A no time loser man Wish I had a stretch of road That goes for miles and miles Never have to wonder which way to go It takes me where
team Not just teenage bravado You went the extra mile Forget the weekenders 'cos All that practice came good just like you knew it would The cream of the cream Go
I drive you To some part of town?? He?s sitting beside here With a great big smile The lady had class And she stood out a mile His heart was a beating
said uh I been training 20 hours a day Lifting big old cars and big bails of hay That's what he's doin' And I run 10,000 miles every morning Thinkin'
it's in the hands of ghost well I am well I am I can go a million miles an hour but I can see the sun upon their eyes I can go a million miles an hour
entertainer Idol of my age Make all kinds of money boy when I go on the stage They see me in the paper and in the magazines If I go cold my feet get sore
' to cop Dope, yadidamean I don't fuck with it if it don't bear the stamp I'm thizzlamic the genie of the lamp I can go fifteen rounds with the champ
be practice soldier soldier he american soldier soldier soldier soldier he british soldier ta cru mourir au champ d'honneur ce n'est qu'un champ de
the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come
You about to witness, greatness at it's prime You should tape this Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup