ass: hit the floor! Before the hot ones echo through the window Damn, why the fuck it's - my block Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock
so humbled, and so one with everything I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything Rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone Say you are huge, look at the moon
true b-boys The true b-boys be men, motherfuckers Be men in the name of Scott la rock, in the name of T-la rock Motherfuckers don't remember how to
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
up I ain't even wanna hit em but I hit em up I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Real talk, boy, chill wit the talk, boy That Tommy gun'll
to my niggas Tech & Sway so you can Wake-Up The X-man, catch me doin' drills in the Danger Room Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon Wit
, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck 'Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin
oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Verse one: Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life Leave us-jd and rock
got to make it 'cause it's cold outside Man, I see the clouds coming Y'all see a man on the moon walking I see a crowd running And the A P D steadily talking
knew, she was kissing me Why she did is still a mystery Repeat Chorus We talked about the moon Talked about milkshakes Earthquakes and old cartoons I told her my dreams She talked
so yo God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now, talk, shit
collar of leather and nails And he never once made you explain or talk About all of the little details Such as who had a word and who had a rock And
not skippin' So many damn weapons that the military's trippin' People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood But you rock heads wish that you
TGIF 'cause the stress ends soon Got your friends on your couch, your disc rocking tunes As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn With Zeus
Space monkey in the place to be Riding in a rocket to a planet of sound Shooting the moon, playing dominoes in drag An increase in population of a hundred
[Jim Jones] Come on, yo, yo [Verse] Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with The moon and the
with a cripsy hundred dollar bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You can't understand where my head's at While I made a record talking about liking
From the fifth floor, I schedule my meeting with the moon Stress, let it go, so it don't completely consume. When the vegetables fight back, and the