the bass loose The earthquake bass makes the walls all tremble A discotheque is what my room resembles How loud it gets to me it does not matter I open up the windows
I'm out there, just give me my product Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged And
in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad Russian A discussion amongst men means a power move Is about
in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad russian A discussion amongst men means a power move Is about
like a terrorist Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this? Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and master The buddha's weight is made with gats and gun silencers Powerful
Put my hands on the window Felt the power of the storm Breaking glass blowing trees down Haunting scream never stops I was trapped in the bedroom I couldn
sides there be a sweeter by the seater Cocoa powder, bubble bath, and rubbing alcohol For 5 fuckin' cent you could buy them all I'm a long distance super-power
The strike against the stream hopelessly believing they might swim Here they all come rushing down again Here they all come rushing down again Time has
up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live Annihilation" From dehumanization to arms production, For the benefit of the nation or its destruction Power, power
teardrops That she's cried while he's away Because she knows deep in her heart That he'll be back someday The light's on in the window; she'
it on the hush, there's don't need to rush Now we can uh, uh, uh, let the speakers bump Keep it on the hush, there's don't need to rush Now we can uh
, keep it on the hush, this don't need to rush We can uh uh uh, let the speakers bump, keep it on the hush, this don't need to rush We can uh uh uh
have it, 'Specially people like you and you an ... Dat's okay, now when I come through Come up de light's in de low power, Remember de time when you
there, right between my shoulder blades. BETTY I read one of your stories, wasn't it Scribner's, some magazine. Title- something with windows. JOE It was "Blind Windows
a single kiss Silver girl, the world outside our window Somehow fades away at moments like this While tonight in the city street the people rush by
, "that's more power for the cocaine. Freaks dancing on line like Soul Train" To give your product that extra push Niggas lookin for the time of their life, coppin a rush
eight's Uhh, lemme switch my pace No rims on my Benz-o Just tint hoe and good endo I love a girl that think alot Cause sex with me is mental That mental, that brain power
