here's a dance, a brand new beat. this is the one where the helpless meet. here's a dance, a brand new beat. this is the one where the hypocrites meet
scratch the surface, looking for the sun. still my nightmare's running on so long. no bars can bind me, no - not make believe. i've left your world behind me it's
whiskey and getting drunk. when it's over, it's gonna be tough, when it's over, it's gonna be rough. let's wreck the party
of their minds. wake up boy, let's see some i.d. guess it's deportation time for me. another murder in hollywood. why won't you tell use what the hassle's
it's our world, it's all we need break out of a bad dream. it's our world, it's all we need. not just a cry from the wilderness. let's rip away all the
cares, that we're all goin' nowhere. there's no way out. the part's for you, it'll fit in nicely, one size fits, all precisely. now you're a man, a man
and left his pain. now the warrior ain't no more. the pain and the sorrow rose with the sun, ending their dreams with a whip and a gun. taken their rights
shout out - shout out. stand out - out from the crowd. you're back in school, that's no place to be. wanna rip up the streets, ya gotta be free. too
you'll just get locked away. they'll just put ya... under trial, it's a trial by media. trial by media. under trial, it's a trial by media. they locked
race riot, don't buy it, kkk don't even try it. race riot, don't buy it we don't want that crap. no-no-no. pigs an' sticks on the street, they won't
bills. that's just the people, that still got a job. what about the rest of us, on the soupline. stand up, stand, stand and unite. it's time for a general
Traduzione: D.o.a. Facciamo Wreck Il Partito.
me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... [Clay D:] YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!) GET IT
up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space
a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck
A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like
to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip
