wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight,
the fuck out on the regular for robbin a good nigga house Rough cut raw doseage, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting
see me at my stage show For my stage show beat 'em up 40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast Dogs the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up Givin
dancing shoes cause we're gonna wine and dine, wine and dine" But what I always seem to find is the kind of man that comes home fussing and fighting
I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfast Look outside, summer's lost and gone It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong In every inch of sadness Rocks
shoes Cause we're gonna wine and dine, wine and dine" But what I always seem to find is the kind of man That comes home fussing And fighting, breaking
I got a cool head doin' alright But I been up here so long I was starving For some hot spells, summer lights Shinin' on your back roads Tennessee Somebody
heart They thought they saw the worst verse From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first Once they get to know us people dig us Leaders in the fight
you, baby I fight hard and blue, with you When I'm down and I say There's blackjacks running down my back And I say, "Stop", 'cause I love you, baby I fight
summer fall spring I got de {?} flow, ting-a-ling-a-ling Columbian swing when Shaki' do her t'ing One bright feed de power like Lords of the Ring Many fight
of guns in houston An' tired of business talk Don't wanna talk about it baby, Don't wanna get in no fight I just wanna go to a rock'n'roll show An' shiver
but you try to block that My rock at where you not at, my cock at where your box at I handled my business I know what you did last summer You trifling
which out you have stepped First you sound like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000 syllables One bar, out of breath on stage a failure Gotta quit rockin' mics and start rockin
Wipe the floor with your psyche some more And fight the war with Michael Moore in a Nike store Battling the general consensus of shit As petty as it is Das EFX rocked
Neverland The better man kind now, kindly join the caravan We're like a rock band that pack contraband And won't hesitate to stomp a man into the rocks
Slug: [Verse 1] She came back to visit, she says 'Cause in some ways, Minneapolis is more real than L.A. But I won't go to the triple-rock on a tuesday
dancing shoes cause we're gonna wine and dine, wine and dine" but what I always seem to find is the kind of man that comes home fussing and fighting,
why And it hurts and it brings me all the dreams that I had to find But I know hope's a lonely road I've been trying all my life Alone and fighting