They love my body odor and my bad toupee They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret And when I'm sipping on a Perrier In some cafe town in St. Tropez It's hard
The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey But it's really not my home My fingernails are
Macy Gray Big kids like us need a lot of space to play Blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def Of course Primo on the track Rock the streets no vest
from oowops blastin A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin Forever be forever great It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard
I mean the land of holy zsa zsa The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep, Those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la Cafe
In that rock hard west Texas ground Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town. CHORUS Like horses the pick-ups are parked out in front Of a cafe
wrecked Junky on the corner, need a box of shoots With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots The closer that we get, the clearer it became It was Kid Rock
my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
-washed fences she runs from the third world pearly vanilla (feel it crawl to me) milkshakes (crawl back again) from hard rock (whatever you say) cafes
Them H&R Blocks Alumni Yeah I'm From The School Of Hard Knocks Looking Out For The 12 Roger Staubach No Cafe But We Had Them Hard Rocks For The Bread
a clearing, where townies would gather, and drink until blackout, smoke cigs until sick, pack bowls and then pass out, windows wide open to let the hard rock
Cafe, Joe Budden & Ransom) [Ransom:] Where the f**k's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'
been waiting for a call Just the sound of your voice Anytime and anyway Dream of you Since that day When I saw you The first time At the Hard Rock Cafe