Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking
everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em but who am i to talk? i aint shittin' roses we in in the same picture but we all got different poses i'm looking
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
zum Ende hier viertel vor sechs, viertel vor sieben ich bin zuhaus, Mann wie seh ich aus Gib mir Musik Gib mir Musik Gib mir Musik anstatt der Ansammlung
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
Hey, get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up,
Uh! Ya too rude! Uh! Eh! What a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)
(Do do do do-do do do! Do do do do-do do do! I rebel music; I rebel music.) Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country) Oh, why
Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh. Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver
Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na. Them belly full, but we hungry; A hungry mob is a
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
As war drums beat in Babylon Cinnamon girl starts to pray I've never heard a prayer like this one Never before that day Tearful words of love for people
Call, call my name Call it, call my name I've heard your voice this morning Calling out my name It had been so long, since I've heard That it didn't
Heard about the party now Just east of Harlem Dougie's gonna be there But you got to call him Even the soldiers Need a break sometimes Listen to the
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone The world could come together as one
A place to crash, i got you No need to ask, i got you Just get on the phone, i got you Come and pick you up if i have to What's weired about it is we
Don't tell me to stop Tell the rain not to drop Tell the wind not to blow 'Cause you said so, mmm Tell the sun not to shine Not to get up this time,