Jesus was a Capricorn
He ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes
Long hair, beard and sandles
And a funky bunch of friends
Reckon we'd just nail him up
If he came down again
Chorus:
Cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Prove they can be better than at any time they choose
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
Eggheads fussin' rednecks cussin'
Hippies for their hair
Others laugh at straights who laugh at
Freaks who laugh at squares
Some folks hate the Whites
Who hate the Blacks who hate the Klan
Most of us hate anything that
We don't understand
Chorus:
Cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Prove they can be better than at any time they choose
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
just seems appropriate nowadays.
Jesus was a Capricorn : Kris Kristofferson
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dennisrwood
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HA! I grew up on that song!
Here's (a bit of) another:
Well, your flag decal won't getcha
Into Heaven anymore
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now, Jesus don't like killing
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't getcha
Into Heaven anymore
-- Flag Decal, John Prine
Here's (a bit of) another:
Well, your flag decal won't getcha
Into Heaven anymore
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now, Jesus don't like killing
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't getcha
Into Heaven anymore
-- Flag Decal, John Prine
(And one we'll all be singing soon!)
Sam Stone
by John Prine
Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone
by John Prine
Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Another from way back in the 60's:
'The Great American Novel' by Larry Norman
i was born and raised an orphan
in a land that once was free
in a land that poured its love out on the moon
and i grew up in the shadows
of your silos filled with grain
but you never helped to fill my empty spoon
and when i was ten you murdered law
with courtroom politics
and you learned to make a lie sound just like truth
but i know you better now
and i don't fall for all your tricks
and you've lost the one advantage of my youth
you kill a black man at midnight
just for talking to your daughter
then you make his wife your mistress
and you leave her without water
and the sheet you wear upon your face
is the sheet your children sleep on
at every meal you say a prayer
you don't believe but still you keep on
and your money says in God we trust
but it's against the law to pray in school
you say we beat the russians to the moon
and i say you starved your children to do it
you are far across the ocean
but the war is not your own
and while you're winning theirs
you're gonna lose the one at home
do you really think the only way
to bring about the peace
is to sacrifice your children
and kill all your enemies
the politicians all make speeches
while the news men all take note
and they exagerate the issues
as they shove them down our throats
is it really up to them
whether this country sinks or floats
well i wonder who would lead us
if none of us would vote
well my phone is tapped and my lips are chapped
from whispering through the fence
you know every move i make
or is that just coincidence
well you try to make my way of life
a little less like jail
if i promise to make tapes and slides
and send them through the mail
and your money says in God we trust
but it's against the law to pray in school
you say we beat the russians to the moon
and i say you starved your children to do it
you say all men are equal all men are brothers
then why are the rich more equal than others
don't ask me for the answer i've only got one
that a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son
'The Great American Novel' by Larry Norman
i was born and raised an orphan
in a land that once was free
in a land that poured its love out on the moon
and i grew up in the shadows
of your silos filled with grain
but you never helped to fill my empty spoon
and when i was ten you murdered law
with courtroom politics
and you learned to make a lie sound just like truth
but i know you better now
and i don't fall for all your tricks
and you've lost the one advantage of my youth
you kill a black man at midnight
just for talking to your daughter
then you make his wife your mistress
and you leave her without water
and the sheet you wear upon your face
is the sheet your children sleep on
at every meal you say a prayer
you don't believe but still you keep on
and your money says in God we trust
but it's against the law to pray in school
you say we beat the russians to the moon
and i say you starved your children to do it
you are far across the ocean
but the war is not your own
and while you're winning theirs
you're gonna lose the one at home
do you really think the only way
to bring about the peace
is to sacrifice your children
and kill all your enemies
the politicians all make speeches
while the news men all take note
and they exagerate the issues
as they shove them down our throats
is it really up to them
whether this country sinks or floats
well i wonder who would lead us
if none of us would vote
well my phone is tapped and my lips are chapped
from whispering through the fence
you know every move i make
or is that just coincidence
well you try to make my way of life
a little less like jail
if i promise to make tapes and slides
and send them through the mail
and your money says in God we trust
but it's against the law to pray in school
you say we beat the russians to the moon
and i say you starved your children to do it
you say all men are equal all men are brothers
then why are the rich more equal than others
don't ask me for the answer i've only got one
that a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son
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What If Jesus Comes Back Like That
(Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson)
He came to town on an old freight train
He jumped off in the pouring rain
Everybody says he's insane
Just a low down account hobo
He made his bed beneath the county bridge
The town folks said that's not his
They signed a petition they're gonna get rid
Of that white trash low down no count
What if Jesus comes back like that
On an old freight train in a hobo hat
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Born with a habit of drug abuse
She couldn't help what her mama used
It wasn't like she got to choose
Now she's layin' there all alone
Got a monkey on her back
Nurses say they never saw a smile like that
Doctor says she might stand a chance
If somebody takes her home
What if Jesus comes back like that
Two months early and hooked on crack
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Oh what if Jesus comes back like that
Nobody said life is fair
We've all got a cross to bear
When it gets a little hard to care
Just think of Jesus hanging there
He came to town on a cold dark night
A single star was his only light
The baby born that silent night
A manger for his bed
What if Jesus comes back like that
Where will he find out hearts are at
Will he let us in or turn his back
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Yeh what if Jesus comes back like that
Will he cry when he sees where our hearts are at
Will he let us in or turn his back
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Oh what if Jesus comes back like that
(Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson)
He came to town on an old freight train
He jumped off in the pouring rain
Everybody says he's insane
Just a low down account hobo
He made his bed beneath the county bridge
The town folks said that's not his
They signed a petition they're gonna get rid
Of that white trash low down no count
What if Jesus comes back like that
On an old freight train in a hobo hat
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Born with a habit of drug abuse
She couldn't help what her mama used
It wasn't like she got to choose
Now she's layin' there all alone
Got a monkey on her back
Nurses say they never saw a smile like that
Doctor says she might stand a chance
If somebody takes her home
What if Jesus comes back like that
Two months early and hooked on crack
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Oh what if Jesus comes back like that
Nobody said life is fair
We've all got a cross to bear
When it gets a little hard to care
Just think of Jesus hanging there
He came to town on a cold dark night
A single star was his only light
The baby born that silent night
A manger for his bed
What if Jesus comes back like that
Where will he find out hearts are at
Will he let us in or turn his back
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Yeh what if Jesus comes back like that
Will he cry when he sees where our hearts are at
Will he let us in or turn his back
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Oh what if Jesus comes back like that
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"Travelin' Soldier"
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
[Chorus]
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
[Chorus]
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
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Why me, Lord?
What have I ever done to deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Lord, what did I ever do to deserve loving You
And the kindness You've shown
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Try me Lord, if You think there's a way
I can ever repay, all I've taken from You
Maybe Lord, I can show someone else
What I've been through myself
On my way back to You
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Why me, Lord?
What have I ever done to deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Lord, what did I ever do to deserve loving You
And the kindness You've shown
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Words and Music by Kris Kristofferson
members.tripod.com/~Synergy_2/lyrics/whyme.html
What have I ever done to deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Lord, what did I ever do to deserve loving You
And the kindness You've shown
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Try me Lord, if You think there's a way
I can ever repay, all I've taken from You
Maybe Lord, I can show someone else
What I've been through myself
On my way back to You
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Why me, Lord?
What have I ever done to deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Lord, what did I ever do to deserve loving You
And the kindness You've shown
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it...
So help me Jesus, You know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you...
So help me Jesus my soul's in Your hands
Words and Music by Kris Kristofferson
members.tripod.com/~Synergy_2/lyrics/whyme.html
First "Gangsta Rap" (intoxication, girls, police brutality, etc.):
THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS
I was runnin’ thru the summer rain, try’n’ to catch that evenin’ train
And kill the old familiar pain weavin’ thru my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn’t see
That police man said, mister cool, if you ain’t drunk, then you’re a
Fool.
I said, if that’s against the law, then tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn’t neither black or poor as
Me?
Well, that was when someone turned out the lights
And I wound up in jail to spend the night
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.
Well, I woke up next mornin’ feelin’ like my head was gone
And like my thick old tongue was lickin’ something sick and wrong
And I told that man I’d sell my soul for something wet and cold as that
Old cell.
That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with sympathy
Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
If booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn’t even buy the smell
I said, I knew there was something I liked about this town.
But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down.
’cause there’s still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds
Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
And I’d be leavin’ town if I knew what was good for me
I said, it’s nice to learn that ev’rybody’s so concerned about my
Health.
(they were obsessed with it)
I said, I won’t be leavin’ no more quicker than I can
’cause I’ve enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I don’t need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin’
Else.
’cause there’s still alot of drinks that I ain’t drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain’t thunk
And lord there’s still so many lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.
--Kris Kristofferson
THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS
I was runnin’ thru the summer rain, try’n’ to catch that evenin’ train
And kill the old familiar pain weavin’ thru my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn’t see
That police man said, mister cool, if you ain’t drunk, then you’re a
Fool.
I said, if that’s against the law, then tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn’t neither black or poor as
Me?
Well, that was when someone turned out the lights
And I wound up in jail to spend the night
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.
Well, I woke up next mornin’ feelin’ like my head was gone
And like my thick old tongue was lickin’ something sick and wrong
And I told that man I’d sell my soul for something wet and cold as that
Old cell.
That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with sympathy
Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
If booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn’t even buy the smell
I said, I knew there was something I liked about this town.
But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down.
’cause there’s still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds
Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
And I’d be leavin’ town if I knew what was good for me
I said, it’s nice to learn that ev’rybody’s so concerned about my
Health.
(they were obsessed with it)
I said, I won’t be leavin’ no more quicker than I can
’cause I’ve enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I don’t need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin’
Else.
’cause there’s still alot of drinks that I ain’t drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain’t thunk
And lord there’s still so many lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.
--Kris Kristofferson
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Coup, The - 5 Million Ways to Kill a CEO
(scraches) Help me out…
(Breakdown)
Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw (2x)
(Chorus)
We've got
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up
And then, you know,
Let him off the flo'
Than bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or (Breakdown) do it disco (2x)
[Boots]
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin'
On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin'
He workin' you while we happy just to work a Dayton
But I'mma slap him till my blood starts circulatin' (Breakdown)
Do you checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity (Breakdown)
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as f*ck, eatin' lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential (Breakdown)
They own sweats spots, pet cops and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin' (Breakdown) in your bucket or your new Corolla
Where you might catch me on the scenic route
With my penis out
Yellin “twamps for the executive with the meanest mouth!”
Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout?
City tryna clean us out, green is clout, shut 'em down (Breakdown)
They ain't never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back
(and for the record I ain't called it a gat)
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall till I tap (Breakdown)
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Suck this game in slow, it's the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can't get the prez, get the veeper (Breakdown)
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you (Breakdown) pourin' for?
You too could be a corporate green killer
Bean spiller
Gangsta of love just like Steve Miller
They wear scivies that's made o' chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought (Breakdown) a spring villa
I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through
And we'll be grabbin' you
To say “Wassup with the revenue?” (Breakdown)
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
Tell him it's a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil (Breakdown)
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
Put lead boots on him and do it again
You and a friend
Videotape and the party don't end (Breakdown)
Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack
He gon' put the little baggies in his nose
And suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha well you (Breakdown) know this one…
Make sure you ain't got no priors
Don't tell 'em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire (Breakdown)
There are just a few of the…
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Yeah
The Coup (Breakdown)
Boots Riley
Pam The Funkstress
It's really goin' down (Breakdown)
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
You know, sum'n', sum'n' (Breakdown)
(scraches) Help me out…
(Breakdown)
Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw (2x)
(Chorus)
We've got
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up
And then, you know,
Let him off the flo'
Than bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or (Breakdown) do it disco (2x)
[Boots]
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin'
On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin'
He workin' you while we happy just to work a Dayton
But I'mma slap him till my blood starts circulatin' (Breakdown)
Do you checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity (Breakdown)
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as f*ck, eatin' lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential (Breakdown)
They own sweats spots, pet cops and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin' (Breakdown) in your bucket or your new Corolla
Where you might catch me on the scenic route
With my penis out
Yellin “twamps for the executive with the meanest mouth!”
Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout?
City tryna clean us out, green is clout, shut 'em down (Breakdown)
They ain't never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back
(and for the record I ain't called it a gat)
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall till I tap (Breakdown)
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Suck this game in slow, it's the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can't get the prez, get the veeper (Breakdown)
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you (Breakdown) pourin' for?
You too could be a corporate green killer
Bean spiller
Gangsta of love just like Steve Miller
They wear scivies that's made o' chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought (Breakdown) a spring villa
I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through
And we'll be grabbin' you
To say “Wassup with the revenue?” (Breakdown)
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
Tell him it's a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil (Breakdown)
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
Put lead boots on him and do it again
You and a friend
Videotape and the party don't end (Breakdown)
Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack
He gon' put the little baggies in his nose
And suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha well you (Breakdown) know this one…
Make sure you ain't got no priors
Don't tell 'em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire (Breakdown)
There are just a few of the…
(Chorus) 2x
[Boots]
Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Breakdown)
Yeah
The Coup (Breakdown)
Boots Riley
Pam The Funkstress
It's really goin' down (Breakdown)
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
You know, sum'n', sum'n' (Breakdown)