high. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E to be H-A double P-Y, Keep it in
Elimination, elimination, elimination Die, why? Walk down, walk down A whole race genocide Taken away all of our pride A whole race genocide Taken away
Whooa, yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah Yeah yeah yeah, ahhhhhh, whoa, whoa, yeah The lights go out, the smell of doom I'll bet is creeping into your lonely room
E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T!!! Ta di da di da....Show mi which niggas niggas Niggas wanna war wid we Ta di da di da....It's di one and only E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T!!!
a skunk, mad wet, no doubt Go see my joint, get they back blown out Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget Straight from L.I.P
Yeah dawg Well, yuh done know a wah day mi a go dung di road And buck up Miss. L.A.P Lovely awesome person Mi just touch her pon her shoulder one time
All aboard Hit the road All the bullshit Can't be ignored It's hard to place In my face No emotion All the problems Make me wanna go Like a bad girl
the N.Y.C, I?m down with diggin' in the crates And I?m M.V.P, yeah If rap was a game I?ll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C If rap was a
T.L.C. A.S.A.P. T.L.C. A.S.A.P. R and R for you and me T.L.C. A.S.A.P. R and R for you and me T.L.C. A.S.A.P.
P.L.O. style, Buddha Monks with the owls P.L.O. style, Buddha Monks with the owls P.L.O. style, Buddha Monks with the owls P.L.O. style Here comes the
wash it all down Yummy carob cookies are an organic treat And H.E.L.P. has got the best food in town H.E.L.P. H.E.L.P. your education creates much benefit
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We don't need no calculator. We've got the math. We don't need no measurements. And we don't need a graph.
Fuck L.P., Fuck L.P. I wanna smash that guy Fuck L.P., Fuck L.P. I wanna see him dead My only way to stay safe is to never tell your name So fuck L.P
away (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU), (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU) (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU), (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU) (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU) Nothing ever really matters (P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU
(verse 1) They say times are tough and so is he Sometimes it's rough just to be alive They say he never had opportunity To prove his worth or just to
We're gonna quit our jobs They don't pay no money You act so serious we think you act funny Some call it "art" We call "some" shit Let's raise a glass
in L.A. comes in a can of mace Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.
