Тексты песен «Street Sweeper Social Club»

May you tumble and fall down your grand Marble stairway May that caviar pata you were eating Block your airway May your manservant deliver the Heimlich With honor May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana May your...

Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters One time for the killers Double up for them gangsters Well I Wrote this for criminals But all of y'all should listen at me Now if you ever catch me...

And the wealth don't trickle down People pinchin every nickel now Even if we don't fight Bodies hit the ground I spit the sound Of a million fists finna pound I'm in the crowd til this whole thing switch Around Our...

In the military outpost know as hell We was way too drunk of Muscatel Prone to fail and get thrown in jail From the stories that the TV was known To tell This night at the end of the world Police sirens sing to boys and...

I am your host for the evening Don't take the bullet out- leave it in Intoxicate me til I'm bleedin gin And I still walk straighter than them thieving Men 5 million ways to ho- choose one Consider this game to go- use...

Tired, broke and winded We get low percentage So, I'm so committed And I'm so commended But when I say it's to the death That's open ended I might never die Til bosses is crooked and ended I might never rhyme unless I...

Tired, broke and winded We get low percentage So, I'm so committed And I'm so commended But when I say it's to the death That's open ended I might never die Til bosses is crooked and ended I might never rhyme unless I...

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap Gon talk smack Flash my gat I'm finna spit and hold my dick And hear shit up like a thermostat Grab your partner by the chaps Give your partner a pimp-slap Ti symbolize the ghetto...

They summoned And I answered Their God forsaken call Just focus on the names Not the screaming down the hall Your tears beg the question Why you're bound in this chair It's simply because- Ay, wait muthafucka I'll ask...

Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock Time to get out of school and think Somewhere in the world it's 5pm And quittin time means it's time to drink Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock Let's get fly, man, and go to the...

The lamppost could swear It had seen me before And stared As I stumbled through the motel door The dirty mirror Also thought I looked familiar But commented only that my suit was Brilliant The TV Bolted to the wall and...

This brick Which is gripped by my fingers Which shoot out from my hand Which is fastened to my arm That meets up with my shoulder That sits well below my head That surrounds my brain Which is tied up with thoughts of...