Songtexte:
Bad Brains How Low Can A Punk Get

up in my dream. And now my times run out, what's it all about. Another DOA can you help me, how low can a punk get. My, My, My How low can a punk get

up in my dream. And now my times run out, What's it all about. Another DOA can you help me... How low can a punk get? My, my, my... How low can a punk get

my eye on a money apparatus Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it Anyway you get ____, and I?m a grab it Turn around stares to your face

cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks In tha mix I got the stix and stones a

street where I dwell a little white trash and a little bit swell I take you back and take a step down july was the month i was born eight pounds my bad

low, When a brother like you tells me I can't flow? So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show Let you know, I roll and get mo' I yank the bank and

momma got a real man Me, I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady And what you thought was cupid turned out to be A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk With a

let a real man go to work 'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies Cut ya like a knife

to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a