To live between a rock and a hard place In between time Cruising in prime time Soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars in our time Living
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keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush
, four wheels, we wheelin' them Chicks like I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands, give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between
St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now, on the wheel and the plow And the
They weekend warriors but weekday cowards (Bustaz) All of a sudden everybody got so much heart You know some shit gots to start But believe you me, between
night And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga slide I've been dyin' to get a gat I dared to try now prepare to die I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness
There We Will Be There To Scale The Mountain To Reign On High We'll Be There We Will Be There Relieve Us Now Of Misery The Wheels Are Set In Spin In
the four winds blow, You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know That the rush hour is now On the wheel and the plow And the
St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know Oh it's rush hour now. on the wheel of the plow And the
They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz) All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart You know some shit gots to start But believe you me, between
Mother of abominations, our lady overkill Smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied I see
St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand, so the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow And the
too that she could freak the most But Na Na stay bathin me wit ? Now it came to be that I was drivin both of them broke Between the things I had em drinkin
St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now on the wheel of the plow And the
Saint Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow And
st.peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand For the people will know Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the