all the labels on the pantry cans We've all succeeded hurling the tv still plugged in down the front stairs. So Why not Chorus: 'cause we can stay if we want
After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered 'round the dinner table I said, "Kids, if
nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel tell the bartender "take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor's table" big men acting like school kids
nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel tell the bartender ?take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor?s table? big men acting like school kids
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
fuck you thinking Now come here you big fat muther fucker get on the table I was never popular this I'll admit fuck school School never liked me cool All the kids
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts
shit you might never see again And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't
tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click (And that's how it go) And that's it nigga (If
a fight We wanna live in peace And they're loving their war But you know me, shit you know me I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I say we ditch them baby I,I,I-I,I,I say
to follow all the rules but to create like those who did it back then, keep it the same, no progress, ya well we're fine the way it is, if you lock us
getting better {PRECHORUS} Wanting again Calling out again And were just as good as them I know And were just as good as them If not better If there
my best friend. And with all the time we had And with all the good and bad Everynight my eyes closed mad I'd turn around and I'd do it again And with
a big deal if you make them Everyone I met surrounds me every day in my head It's a part of what makes me who I am, It's the attitude of my life, And
. and fuck your fucking fake ass world, and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe
