It was the year of 1900 that was 80 years ago Death come'd a howling on the ocean and when death calls you've got to go Galveston had a sea wall just
I've waited for you and I've always been true But this waiting no longer I can stand I know you've had time, dear to make up your mind I've waited as
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man Born of an actor in Maryland Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage Bound to die at a tender age Washington to Baltimore
everywhere from ankle up Clip the size of Nia Long, clips long as a Pringles can .45 Desert Eagle on me you'll think I'm an Eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper
go and get your crew, girl, like Freddy Huh, you raw like Eddie, call me Murphy if you ready Ready for whatever, strictly business like Halle Berry When I'm with you like tony
kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand
up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony
thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks" Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson Tony
Intro: ah where's everybody up (Speaking Spanish) [Tony Touch] it's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca" dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo
' ill 'til the day breaks Ecstasy Cop it, pop it, roll time to club Sex to me Is who I'm taking home so I can fuck Grant Rice is Money, drugs, liquor
a new sawed-off When them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust I'm a send Tony Lou with
back to us Now George Bush, step up and get you a slice Tony Blair, step up and get you a slice Rumsfeld, step up and get you a slice Condi Rice, step
Where the shit goes down Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too Flavors like ? red, beans, rice
Verse 4 a?? Suffa Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair, That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair, And I croon like Tony
We're gonna party with Mobutu He's a lindy hopping dancing fool Party with Condaleeza Rice, now She like to shake it all night y'all Party up with Tony
Written by: Tony Payne / Steve Rice / Brandon Jackson / Colin Boyd There ought to be somebody by my side The band is better than the one last night
Feeling kind of bony On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating rice-a-roni Nominated for a Tony For acting like a phony Watching twilight zoney On my
