then the cameras pan The stand in stunt man Dress rehearsal rag It's just the dress rehearsal rag You know this dress rehearsal rag It's just a dress
tired, And said: "Don't bury me near that place." When he finally died I was in the desert war. But no one makes a funeral wait, So they dressed
dress up in a man material All in a dress like she a go funeral-al Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial Gal come a dance dress
at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?" A young man stands up against the wall Dressed
in Minnesota that I ain't even know about ya know And just last week he got his brains blown out And so his little funeral was being held today I'm dressed
good, that shit ain't even go wood I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out Me being a virgin
-yo, big mann, what's happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -nigga, I'm out here reminiscin
miles north on the Hudson river we've gathered for a sort of wake Nobody felt like celebrating, but the firemen needed a break They've been to so many funerals
night, They come sneak'n around. Hear'm silently shouting, 'till I'm down on my knees. So I'm going to lie on this floor, In my black funeral dress
stuck Now all you candy paint, her legs and her butt People always mistake me for Mannie Fresh 'Cause hoes see the way I dress and say "Man He Fresh"
then the cameras pan, the stand in stunt man, dress rehearsal rag, it's just the dress rehearsal rag, you know this dress rehearsal rag, it's just a dress
Beautiful LIKE the dress I laid out for you Let your hair down the way you always used to The tile's cold, The tap is dripping As I go to rinse my hands
find out where you belong Hey, step out of the shade your limits they will fade Get out of their grip, into a freedom trip. Walkin' on your way, no stopping
have no job, nothing to eat A way of live, but not their choice Nobody cares, don't hear their voice It's a daily battle, there's no other way What
with one goal all for one and beer for all out of my way, i am going to the party no i won't stay at home out of my way cause i'm going to the party
push Fear in the street, fear in the night All the punx, we must unite Political wankers out of the way We'll beat you out, you can't stay Oi!
so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there's no fucking way out
Young thugs from Queens to [unverified] Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock In these streets, where we from We all caught in the game Tryna pull our life out