, Nobody crowds you and nobody goes it alone" "Your flag flyin' over the courthouse Means certain things are set in stone. Who we are, what we'll do and
and what's fantasy And then the poets down here, don't write nothing at all They just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night They
My gypsy biker's coming home And now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My gypsy biker's coming home Whoa! [Guitar
Hollywood I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode Got my guitar painted in the California sun a red caddilac having to much fun Now we were playing them halls and
her by She was homely, and we were lonely She said, "Can I make love to you?" I said, "157 Riverside Avenue" And see she talk like a guitar, she said
weed, make it home tonight Be the number 1 smuggler in the area Got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier Erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated State to state and over
a smoky crowd Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere [ fiddle - guitar
d be saying this here in country music. We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars, Not the sixteen bars. FEEL ME! The art of sampling as well as cutting and
your heels three times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Showin' out of this world, stranded on Uranus With Coke and a dollar bill stems and
himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggaz over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
what we gone do) I know you're a little nervous (what we gone do) I know you really want this (what we gone do) I can't believe the feeling (what we gone do) I feel it all over, feel it all over
' all over the world It's rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin' Rainin' all over the world I'm cold and I'm lonely and it's rainin' Rainin' all over the
You make a rich man poor And make a blind man see again You're As hard as diesel train And while I'm driving to work You spill all over my shirt You'
I blow And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow Gotta crew full of niggaz and a lexus too All of them hold me down while I'm pressin you So who stressin who, and
where I hollow them out I'm gonna cut you up and voodoo drums with your bones CHROUS: Cartoon Nightmares! Science fiction, brain incision. Cartoon Nightmares! Satellites and
and hoes hang with you I remember punk rock when it wasn't for sale And death metal scarin people straight to hell So many different cliques and crews
I hope momma gets her shoppin' done And it's a Christmas all over again Baby, it's Christmas all over again And it's Christmas all over again Now let