(Guitar intro) Well all right, baby I guess I know the score You better get to packin' I don't want you around here anymore You come home looking funky
Well all right, baby I guess I know the score You better get to packin' I don't want you around here anymore You come home looking funky Your clothes
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
You played the field like a tractor Scoped for greener pastures But you never have scored What you've never asked for Met someone who made me glow Passion
off shots of gab and gettin lifted by the gift, I start to jab The rhymes that I grab send schools to the slab As I write scores, the funky orator's gone
dues, lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more I hope my mama understands, when I strike up the band Well I
the tee, shuffle board Pin ball, he's got the score That everyone around here is trying to beat He?s a six pack up when he walks in Tells the band, "
own score sheet Every boy and girl, woman to man When you feel you've done about the best you can Muthafuck the wagon, come join the band Vibrate, vibrate
band I got a peppermint stick, I got a little brass band I got a peppermint stick, I got a little brass band And I'm goin' down to the gate To score
The Beat goes on - (originally by the Buddy Rich Band) Drums keep poundin a rhythym to the brain laigadadeee laigadadaa Charles ???? was once a rage
-folks home In innocence personified The guilty all wear suits and ties. Some are driving fancy cars. Chorus: MA© fA©iners at the door Politics, you know the score
cops have left and the streets are bare And she's nowhere in my sight It's normal for me interruptions ruining my nights I never get to score, I'm not
could say you fucked up the scene Raking in fucking millions in dough What does the scene have to show? Shrewd business men, you made your big score For the bands
Boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air
Get it while it's hot I've been all over Europe And across the sea With each new place It gets clearer to me Week after week On tour with my band You
if you grow it Hold your blunt in the air, and say "fuck my opponent" [Verse 2: Nasty Boi] Fuck my opponents, I'm all about that high score (high score
