underground overdrive i blew the fuse i blew my mind kiss of life overdrive now now now now now now underground overdrive underground overdrive below
attic / Finds a case tattered and torn / His father's violin / Companion through the war / He dusts off the fiddle / And raises up to his chin / What
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Suspect chin
world order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more than music
's pure like one' My love it is wild and not mild and on the run An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing When it's played in the midst of a Melbourne music
jungle No-one really knows where to go Searching For something that is beyond all Music A music
't grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid sh** that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin sound
I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean
Convict, yeah Shady, Convict music Guess who's back? Still we're here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna
', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Yo, this ain't ya granddaddy music
see ya at the, party Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over shakin' they body 70's music to rulin' to
We don't talk about, uh, harrassing and sexually brutalizing women in my music, man!" "We don't do that in my music, man! I'm tired of you saying that
I run my whole city Big time, big time, big time, big time I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like Jay Leno chin
you and all the world to see You mean the world to me And all the cold in Alaska And all the music down in Tennessee All the tea in China, can't take
a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded This music is mind
' off in my law of course I know my shits tight Suprise, open my eyes still suprise Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs with lovely Utincils suhen my suhen my china
