I remember that summer up in the crib just like Adam with the missing rib the cocaine kids where they use to live and the hairdresser use to talk..yeah real real clear but i gotta a grapevine he's going into fits the answer my friend is blowing in the wind how the dumb monkey fights gorillas in the midst in the struggle of the fists for a slice of the fifth
back then yea, i didn't use to rip shows I bro down with no shit, sherlock nerder hop no number, i'd never talk slop i only talk chop like drop your drink drop your pants, drop your plans, drop your friends drop your hands,loss your rings pop and lock for young hemknott we use to grab pop like bruce willis asks whatchu talking bout?
the youth crews back
silent summer's discreet about it gotta hammers in the wrist and a line of gout and this is those kids with the rubber headbands and deadpan comedy closed into the dressers no spins just presses, preferably for courtship most kid contortion, im not very sharp but i'm dull for importance if your down for a lark oh you know me? oh you know about "Sharks"? it's a reference, less party than the shark... tank, greed to the seems, partly it was started hip-hop hipsters, dearly departed cover the phrase and keep it in your locket we're all on the floor, regretting the week with no shame on top or beneath the sheets youth funeral, yeah! send me a wreath
the youth crews back
met the young girl that i'd seen on defamer couldn't talk like sex, no talk like Kramer if you wanna check me, baby i'm easy hahaha your a cute lil-styler with a half-eaten writer cut off your fitted cap, take your power like Sylar i run out the clock, report it to the myzer rhyme wise lifer with a bullet-ridden bedpost nose to the grindstone, dig em till your mind's blown throw in the fuse the girls got loose on fructose juice at the hop out like halo, she takes shots like Salo the time that i speak will track 9 of this album club goers prouder than a nose knows talcum i still rock the arrows like the riddler wasted kids still sneaking into the club
the youth crews back
(Interlude) Sherri & her Mom
Sherri: Rollie... Mom: he's mom accused you of making him gay Sherri: tell me a story mom Mom: what story? Sherri: about Rollie Mom: one time you gotta boy who played barbies and he started to sing and he had a beautiful song "la la la la" then his mom came over and said "Rolie, we have to go home now!" "why mommy?" "cause your not suppose to play with barbies and Sherri, don't ever play with Rollie again he'a boy, not a girl, BYE!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
