History never repeats I tell myself before I go to sleep Don't say the words you might regret I lost before, you know I can't forget There was a girl
, and surrender to me Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully, yeah Use your arms to squeeze, please That's the way it's got to be The words that
smoked to much pot! (pot pot pot) i heard a lota blues n evry1 out there who's is smokin pot i saw blind melon n red hot chilli peppers n pearl jam
a learn All who na listen seh dem going pay fe learn Oonu seh de word and me give de warning All who a talk hard dem missing by a morning Oonu seh de word
Music by Benny Goodman, Jimmy Mundy, & Charlie Christian Lyric by Alan Paul The jam is jumpin' the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm
crept and took fall Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors Word up [Havoc] Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam
Word is bond, word is day You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d, ehehehehehe Word bond, word day Hehehehehe, word is bond, word is
He's caught up in a jam. There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck oh damn! His hand dives in his pocket For his handkerchief. Pearls of sweat
it falls down wish they'd all just go away pearl jam clones are everywhere fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair not one word original not one word
jezebel Skeezer groupie gold-digger bitch, well, tramp Strawberry stank-ho queen- it seems they know not what these words mean Check my keen senses, princess Black beauty, nice duty, black pearl
any MC trouble, Hittin Switches like E Double Word to father, hot just like lava Blowin up spots like Japs did Pearl Harbor Refuse to pay dues I use da
Will seem like child's play Am I a genius I'll say I'm so cool And yet so hyped When I'm on the mic It's something like World War II Remember Pearl Harbor
chance to come out independent When "Unsigned Hype" was a sign of who's next Before rap artists saw six figure checks Back when, major labels were screwin MC's and Nirvana and Pearl Jam
Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster [Chorus: Panama P.I.] You got money, what it look like? You got crack, what it cook like? You got a song, wit the hook like? Word
house Word is bond, word is day You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d, ehehehehehe Word bond, word day Hehehehehe, word is bond, word
