to me Alfred, come on. There you go, come on, Lord. Alfred. Everybody else come on and dance, good God. Come on, everybody dance. Alfred, come on and
man's cane Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss
tie you up with kite string And I'll show you the scabs on my knee Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks On and come along with me
Come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin
talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it all baby
They capping on the cool but ain't a damn thing funny They ain't hatin on the music, they hatin on the money [Verse 4: E-40] OOH My house so silly,
you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute
've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to
, my assistant editor on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for
stand it Talk 2 me Alfred, come on There U go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on