let's talk about somethin' else I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin' else That's why I live e'ry day (Day) Like a thug holiday Suffocate a
you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P L O T K O every day Dance hall General, party fanatic colonel
she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty And then she gets plenty more, uhh Yup, and every day is her day, and every
of their time out of mind Hatin my mess age rhymes Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna But they made a day fit for a king By the time we
tears falling free from my eyes before she could reply Though we were born without a silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room One day
large investments Ya heard me and this journey, I'm the journalist Line around the block to hear the words of the herbalist Send ya girl to the Dominicans
i generate dough seperatin coke lines from a cold city big big city caddilac goin 26 si silly whole team with me shake down smokin that good i only get it by
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
dipped in butter It keeps your girl around You see this Gucci belt ?C-Cuggi? hug my waist Might fit it on ?promel? ?Come rileys? hug my face Each day as I appear Them girl
the way. Keitaro: but maybe it's better if People misunderstand you. Maki (unconvinced): really. Keitaro: what sort of records do you Listen to every day
A better day is coming (we need love) To keep our lives going Pops (pops) where in the world have you gone I see Momma (momma) by the telephone Waiting
come and kill us all We all gonna dies, it's the ways of life wildest new generation pirates Us new generation pirates, pirates, us new generation pirates
he'll just come and kill us all We all gonna dies, the ways of the wildest new generation pirates Us new generation pirates, pirates, us new generation
from the "Minority Of One" lp. Music and lyrics by Generation X. Altered slightly by Dag Nasty. They customized their gear and synchronized The flame
'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by
heroes gone what's come over our great land America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone I saw a group of boys the other day
are the general Dem want I, dem want I (Kill dem) To come a dem funeral While dem no say Dem no say (Kill dem) I man is the general (Hear me) Limb by
the distance But as he came closer She saw he was a stranger The stranger said, "I bring a message from a General A captain has been wounded, his life hangs by