We seem to be approaching an age of the gross We all have this idea that we should Move up a little bit from our parents station And each generation
Heaven How do you do it? Closest thing to Heaven, Heaven Throw your arms round the world Make love your destination Here we go boys and girls Act like a generation
ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls
raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club My whole crews in the club And girl, don't you hate
(intro) yeah, cause i have no limit. its the next generation yeah, i say i say i have no limit hah Verse 1 im smiling in your face like i really like
chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
son's eyes, reveals alone I felt her in the day, insanity It was all about the pussy if you finger it A little girl like me never fucking liked it We
Wise!) The Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl
me equals dead To the science Of those who dare to forget There was a time Before girls knew they weren't pretty yet There was a time Before boys knew
a song Life is sort but by the grace of God This night is long Girls crowd into bathroom stalls The boys smoke in their cars The general, he's in civilian
need is some vitality Like an [...] individuality But I guess they [...] [...] make it all alone Bring the girls I'm up against them I'm up against their lips Bring the boys
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember when the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters when the boys
gonna run a mile from here The ASBO generation make this a terror nation Full of loathing and fear All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street While the girls
town Down Wardour Street to the Soho Sound Don't sleep all week only when they fall down A hundred Rumble boys and Tumble girls Protected by steel in
even like yet Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy I got the money and the girl and the cool toys I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it, ooh
our heroes gone I saw a group of boys the other day standing in the corner of a playground Looking and laughin' at a magazine And I overheard one of the boys
*Spoken* Next generation So what J This mean im officially back huh *Sung* And i was like baby, baby R to the O he M - E - O You know you love me
every time. That they want to count you out, Use your voice, every single time you open up your mouth. Sing it for the boys, Sing it for the girls