You've got to You've got to You've got to You've got to Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna stick Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna
Tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick to you six kinds of glue won't hold you, won't
: Tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick to you six kinds of glue won't hold you, won
it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this
out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill
to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill
rhyme, my story too foul for prime time So I don't give a fuck about MTV Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give me spins on tapes
heat Man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the street A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw You thuggin
Yeah This is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh
