Pull over, shithead, this is the cops
Full tank, pockets lined with cash
Full throttle, gonna rip some ass.
Drive all day, and through the night,
Romance the road, winding left and right.

The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see.

Driving fast makes me feel good,
The speed of light trapped under my hood.
Breaking laws, ’cause there’s nothing to do.
Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502

Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
Signs lose their meaning, minutes tick away.
Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.

Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
Life on the freeway, night shift till dawn patrol.

Driving fast makes me feel good,
The speed of light trapped under my hood
Breaking laws ’cause there’s nothing to do.
Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502.
Stopped for a 502, next time it’s gonna be you.

Stars above guide me
This feeling inside me.
I drive until daybreak.
Life on the freeway is Hell.
I’m coming through.

That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome
Was no surprise, when one thinks
Of all the rubbish they consumed
Those cereals and drinks
Lured by big advertising deals
Force-fed crap at every meal
Stomachs full and wallets too
“Eat this son and you’re bound to lose”
Thompson and Cram now advertise
The same products with a different tack
“Lucozade Aids Defeat,” says one
And, “Start First And Finish Last”

Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you??
It is I Jesus Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish (beitch!!)
It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell
Man noo
for eternity
Nooo (the Luniz are here)
Ahhh

5150, feel me
Psycho disco just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho disco just go Luni

I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?)
So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
but in the mist of funk
would they really bust rounds?
I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
and now I don’t smoke weed no mo’
And I ain’t knowin where I’m headin
Most likely it’s the scene of creamery
I’m petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit ya either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin for it never came true
So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
from the niggaz I don’t got Scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means nescescary
That’s why they find scary niggaz buried
Carried to a whole ‘nother place
If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I’d rather live than rather rest in it
Where I’m from or where I’m headed, it ain’t no love
I give thanx that I’m alive to the man up above
I’m still takin shit day by day
Survin off a nifty, that’s why I’m goin 5150

Ripley’s won’t believe I’m shot, limpin down the block
Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin to take the loot out my pocket
But I’m quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
Then I split runnin down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage
Then blaze my ribcage, I’m dazed
on the ground hella bleeedin ass out
I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I’m old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin
The Lord has no love for playa hatin
I’m facin Shock Jesus cause I’m the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I’m trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite strapped tonite
He said if I suceed he’ll bring my family and dead homies back to life
A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster
Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost
But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand
He’s gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body
I yelled watch out he’s gonna get me
They didn’t get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150

Chorus

Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in
As pitches got faster with no turn or spin
“Bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline
If we can’t get him out, we’ll make him retire!”
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Who still bowls a googly in this day and age?
When bouncers and beamers are all the rage
Forced to take guard with helmet and visor
Awaiting the arrival of Slazenger armor
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Bring back the chinaman
Bring back the googly
And long live Dicky Bird

(Project Pat)
As i sit in my cell Mine as well be in hell
1 left dead
2 on 1
4th floor where i dwell
couldn’t tell but u waz a man but u waz a bitch
a nigga i would die for really was a snitch
Let me switch to the scene of the crime
Were I left all me wholesome dreams
Caught me with a .9
Duffel bags full of cash
Empty out my safe
Hid the mask, But another thing fucked up my escape.
I can take any charge because he dilt for his sonna.
(Judge) Do you plead guilty on this case?
No your honor
I wonder I’m not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my home boy gone stale one me
I can see you and the victim sittin like a hoe
On the prosecutor side shove a .9 down her throat
Of the coward punk bitch
Your body in a ditch
Could have sold my own soul just to see the .9 click click.
And your carcass fall like the gavel fell
9 years what the gave me then took me to jail
Did i tell Nigga hell naw Project aint a hoe
We can blast with those thangs or go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggaz brains out into outer space
Killaz bust on you ho’s
Than Leave without a trace
Just incase u waz wondering did i let him live
He’s at home wit his wife
But he better watch his kids

Chourus
Snitches Bitches 16x

They say it takes a lot to keep a love alive:
In every heart there pumps a different beat

But if we shift the rhythm into overdrive,
We could generate a lot of heat….

CHORUS
On 52nd Street
On 52nd Street

We’re gonna throw a little soul parade,
Before they know the second bar was played

We’re gonna slip it to ’em short and sweet

CHORUS

Now he’s going for the grey ball
Into the top left pocket
A touch off the slightly darker grey ball
And he’s snookered behind the grey ball
Oh, he’s going for the grey ball
Now that’s a surprise
A kiss on the slightly lighter grey ball
Now just the grey ball to play
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!

If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories ‘Cause I got my other worries

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street
53rd and 3rd I’m tryin’ to turn a trick
53rd and 3rd You’re the one they never pick
53rd and 3rd Don’t it make you feel sick?

If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories ‘Cause I got my other worries

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street
53rd and 3rd I’m tryin’ to turn a trick
53rd and 3rd You’re the one they never pick
53rd and 3rd Don’t it make you feel sick?

Then I took out my razor blade Then I did what God forbade
Now the cops are after me But I proved that I’m no sissy

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street
53rd and 3rd I’m tryin’ to turn a trick
53rd and 3rd You’re the one they never pick

53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd
53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Taking on the locals, every man jack of ’em
Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs
No excuse is good enough
Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly pissed
When you’ve nothing to prove, you prove it with your fists
This is England’s chief export
Football hooligans–an embarrassment to the sport

Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
and give it to a police man?
I wouldn’t do that I wouldn’t do that.
If I did that would you say “Sir come down and put the charge on me”?
I wouldn’t do that no I wouldn’t do that.
I’m not a fool to hurt myself but I would listen to what they done to me
they were wrong they were wrong.
Give it to me one time Give it to me two times.. Give it to me, three times… Give it to me: four times…

Oh 5446 what’s my number? what’s my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.
One more time 5447 what’s my number? what’s my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.

(babble)

Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times.. Give it to me, three times… Give it to me: four times…

People listen up don’t stand too near
I got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies she told to me
form a little part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby’s on the way.
Kiss ’em on the check and life’s ok.
I don’t feel, no pain. I don’t have, no time
to listen to conflicting points of view.
It’s a crazy world to live alone,
a ball and chain I call my own

People listen up don’t stand too close
I got something that you all should know
Holy Matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
Because I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby’s on the way.
Isn’t that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
a ball and chain I call my own.

Crazy world to live alone

With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn’t work in the world today
It’s an institution that is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.

Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet baby’s on the way,
Kiss ’em on the check and life’s ok.
I don’t feel no pain, I don’t have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own