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One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 1: Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 2: And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the HillNow go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me 2 1 2 1 ( 1st 9 lines sotto voice) |
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| 3. |
| 3:54 |
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I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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| 4. |
| 2:48 |
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He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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| 5. |
| 3:46 |
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Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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| 3:46 |
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Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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| 4:46 |
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I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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| 3:47 |
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My man was workin' at the seafood spot
Sellin' fish 'n chips and dealin' bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin' like a fool, headin' for a fall He was walkin' home late one night, God bless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress [Unverified] He headed down the alley hoping for the best He saw the girl who was screamin' her mouth beat shut Two guys standin' by her 'bout to get fucked up He said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive Stabbed on in the neck, the other in the eye The girl ran home, told her daddy she was saved By a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way The vision of the pirate would surely never fade So she called the New York post and tried to get paid Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin' problems like diving without drowning The city, the cops, the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic that's where I came in Tell his story to the world, help him with his shit We cruise down the river, patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero |
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| 9. |
| 3:25 |
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Chorus:
Barry White, saved my life And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left Chorus. Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright Chorus (2x) [fade out] |
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| 3:43 |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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| 3:03 |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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| 12. |
| 4:45 |
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Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you're my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower. See, I'm a man's man; do you understand? What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand. So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge. I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom |
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| 3:46 |
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Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll,
So I hit the road and made my getaway. Restless feeling, I really gotta hold, I started searching for a better way. [Chorus] And I kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night, But I couldn't see the light, no I couldn't see the light. I kept on lookin' for a way to take me through the night, But I couldn't get it right, no I couldn't get it right. La fever, made me feel alright, But I must admit it got the best of me. Gettin' down, so deep I nearly drowned, I can't get back to where I used to be. [Chorus] New York city, took me with the tide, I nearly died from hospitality, Left me stranded, and took away my pride, Just another know it all fatality. [Chorus: Repeat to fade] |
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| 3:38 |
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Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3 He said "2 for you, 2 for me" Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner Chorus: I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x) Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues Just like gasarama on Avenue B He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world" You gotta have the love in this fucked up world You gotta have that sweet, sweet love That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba You gotta have that love, for the world the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha Shoo be doo bop bop I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x) Can't you see, can't you see That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end) |
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| 3:39 |
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We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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