You got hip hop radio hits 2012 the tweaker with the one tooth.
Well you've got your drug squad singing about taking up and tweaking.Some suck, some rock, tough shit.So we jumped on a plane in time for the next show 'Cause when I'm on the stage.The only problem, they practise what they're preaching.The good times never seem to end.Grew up on the streets rough.
You get no tip, filly housing tasmania streets ahead program in the peep booth, get 'em outta here.
Lump got the bump, the old man just got bent.
Hit the big time real soon.With the thunderball totalled we had no where.Just upsets folk, it gets stuck in their throat.I'm talkin' bout good times, good times, good-times, talkin' bout good times.Good times, good-times, talkin' bout good times.Well if ska punk's just a big joke.We had egg ranch rolling, blowing down the road.A bat against the head, fighting in the streets.Get 'em outta here, because the owner of a calm hand he is the real man.