Music by Fletcher Henderson & Irving Mills Lyric by Jon Hendricks Intro: Ga-ther here, come ye from far an' near Get the meetin' on Saints and sinners
New shit or old it don't matter Bold I get swole in the zone where you gather I'm alone but together with the folks Not really knowing where I'm going
And I know, This is no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet And just lay her out in the darkest street And by morning
Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!" Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself In a nice place
yours for at least a night See, I was introduced to her by my cous' But that was before he told me who or what she was Me not knowin about this freak
s not the type of girl That you'd expect to be walkin' alone Far to beautiful and intelligent Not to have someone to call her own By circumstance there
(feat. Mr. Hyde) [Mr. Hyde] Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split Niggaz turn into dashers
out you?ve got a place to go, away from the simple lies [Chorus] You?ve got this friend it could last forever (forever) You?ve got this friend it could
Jimmy was chillin Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet But lil' JT just wouldn't erect Oh shit! Why me? How could this be? JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski
trash Even though we live better and make mo' cash Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
observe what goes on So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on I let him know this ain't the time and place But there will be a time and place And
This place is a trap. The outside has been choked off. The brilliance of it is that we can?t seem to tell. Put bars up around me. I?ll see them right
[Rolling tape] Hurby, my headphones are not loud enough (Alright Yo Dre, pump it up somethin How's that?) Yeah, let's do this [VERSE 1] Sweet Tee'
arms up These piranhas live by a certain code of conduct Fuck fly ho's and blow ganja Be a prophet, prediction The year 2029 is gonna be the apocalypse Caused by
floss to licked by your ho I place slow in the precint, fightin' off the chokehold indecent Try'nna give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit Parental
,Got No Shame, And I Wont Change,Cuz You Cant Tame Game, Plus We Hang In A Place Where Things Are Strange, Your Brains Get Blown From A Pistol,Place That
Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows The Cat Empire at their