You'll play the disease and I'll play the criminal. Bring the handcuffs and I'll bring the cure. So kiss me when I'm sleeping 'cause I can't tell the
번역: 편지 구성. 구석에 옷입히기.
Stab the knife into the face and then Wrench the blade inside Murder this piece of shit Scraps of flesh and severed bone are on the floor These I must
answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs
some bottom, so that the dancers just won't hide [Sly:] You might like to hear my organ playing "Ride Sally Ride" You might like to hear the horns blowin
you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn
. Slow evil, back to my high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need being born, horns and wings, Torn between good, and doing very bad
, shootin? Water guns at the audience while you?re scootin' You?re gluteous max due to the fact that he?s tootin' On the horn, gonna warn you that I'
[Black Thought] Uhh.. the molecular mass of that rhythmic ass grass is organic hip-hop jazz that you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow
So that the dancers just won't hide You might like to hear my organ I said him, "Ride Sally ride now" Cynthia get up on If I could hear the horns blowin
too Listen to ze drummer, lay down his beat Listen to ze bass man, play zat same groovy beat Attend the guitars is that soulsome tune L'organ aussi, et les horns
town ho-infested, you seen 'em Invested in prostitution turned it into an institution Well be far be it from me to advertise my enterprise All I'm sayin' man my street shit is organized
) Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonely organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you And the cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow
that tie me down to earth For chains that keep up this organic curse ...for I see horns... ...golden horns... ...for I see horns... ...HORNS!!!!!!!...
That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin But some of us die for nothing Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it With Ghetto Legends
if you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch 'im out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hangin' by his balls from the horn
