[Guitar solo from Black Page Alte Oper, Frankfurt June 11-12, 1982 FZ CUSTOM STRAT Ray White rhythm guitar Steve Vai stunt guitar Tommy Mars keyboards
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t you wait or hesitate, no Let's move before they raise the parking rate, yeah (All right now, baby, it's all right now) All right now, baby, it's all
the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not
, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues *** gotta pay they dues on the crews Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise My granny saw it
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and 'round and 'round Stand up or get on the floor It's on tonight,
's old man shit I stands up in it like a champ up in it Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it No more minute man in it Get my Sound scan
nasty ma Now you can play with it, play with it and you gon' get it Now you explain it, you say get it Let me see you shake it, wind it, control it, bring it
ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it
it is the real, 4 all my real, niggas, and bitches Clipse) When they say last call, it don't mean the night's over, it mean it's time for her to show
dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's It
can't take it no more oh oh I'm movin on (Move on) On (Movin' on, and move my way) On (Movin' on, on, move on) Oh, on I'll be movin on (And move my
animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, moses and job, moved a divine order Shit it's plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it
