Forget about the rest! Brag and hear me Step back or get down! You know I am Old-World Monkey Hailing from the Old-World Monkey baby yeah! Feel like
Traduzione: The Black League. Vecchio mondo Monkey.
never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' Cussin' like a sailor, With a bottle full of Jagermeister Ready for whatever this world has to offer me Plus
(Blaze the place!) Red five revival there's wires in the bible Obviously, ultra take advance when I point counterpoint Comparison of ET verse little old
no reason Cause you never know when you're gonna be leaving So I get it with the old clique And reminisce while we're thumbing through a box full of old
Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world Jackknife Johnny you're a bad jungle monkey Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta
That good yatch, gone breezes And they serve rock Some motherfuckers can't caught blocks Trey hop Roley bezel for you got swapped You like spider monkey
let them peers put the pressure on ya And when you make moves, make moves cause you wanna (young son) Don't get caught up on some monkey-see, monkey-
black man thing you wouldn't understand. [Chorus:] What cha gonna do when the world's on fire? I'ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher The world
back is my cells I don't make records for girls, I spit for the pearl But i'm an artist in an ignimant world, world World class athlete, trained to attack
t afford a flop. [Chorus:] Pack my suitcase With my game face, Take the same place, And put away the dreams I had. Let my hair grow, Find some old clothes, Let the world
t got no humour, we don't know how to laugh, If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough! Cos I'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo Same old message
Yeah [x5] (Uh) (you nervous, now?) Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs 'Bout Chevys and getting stoned Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing
love and monkey business Gonna reach the very top There'll be pride, hope and Sunday mornings All the things I'm thinking of We could change the world
us strong We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the toys of war we sell the world Just carry on
when the guage started blowin Ain't nobody knowin I'm a killa on the run livin' paranoid Sometimes I can't trust my own homeboys Scary in the night time, blurry in the daylight We in the world
dump, make me Think you have something to tell and Say you're crazy to appear A non conventional monkey You're the surrogate of a world that uses and
Ah yea [echo] Whole world Mcs Whose slick We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick