Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Day In The Life featuring RZA, The Mars Volta & AG + Good Hygiene featuring Tim Meadows, artist - Handsome Boy Modeling School. Date of issue: 31.08.2004
Song language: English
A Day In The Life featuring RZA, The Mars Volta & AG + Good Hygiene featuring Tim Meadows |
| Aiyo, slipperly slurp slip, nigga, churped off, two sniffs of cocaine |
| This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip |
| Try’nna dip, on this twenty dollar bill I had on my dashboard |
| And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for |
| Save y’all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk |
| Watchdog, chew ass out, son, and put in major work |
| We collect antique ammunitions, and plus |
| We got them big guns, you only see in science fictions |
| My Uncle Cuffie’s the chief, but my little, knucklehead |
| Cousin Mar', yeah, son, is a thief |
| And we gave him a job, making three hundred a week |
| But he slipped on my piece, now he’s back in the streets |
| How many times have you let your tongue go slip |
| From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips |
| I never heard such nerve before |
| But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores |
| Just to please you honey, just to please you honey |
| And how many times have you let your tongue go slip |
| From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips |
| A.G. is King like Tutankhamen or Haile Selassie |
| Body the party, watchin’for niggaz tryin’to Pac me Or Biggie Smalls me, come on, please |
| With these gemstars, I’m Jason Vorhees |
| A’s loose, so much pain inflicted, remain addicted |
| Carry microphones, with the Passion of Je-sus |
| It’s Flamboyant for life, nigga, throw those L’s up Ain’t millionaires, by this year, then catch us in 12 months |
| Now who’s fuckin’with Andre? |
| A beast on the east, love on the west, ask Kanye |
| Still Diggin’motherfucker, it’s that plain and simple |
| G.D. til’my heart beat, discontinue |
| On the ave., til every soul in the ghetto is gone |
| Where niggaz sell more rock than heavy metal songs |
| Anything you want to know, then read E2K |
| Fuck with A, and get broke up like B2K, cuz. |
| Aiyo, aiyo, cuz I’m the piece, the magnetic, I’m not the weak and pathetic |
| Sometimes, inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected |
| Master your Hung Gar, five animal form kung fu Thundar the Barbarian sword, being swung |
| Wu-Tang, invincible blade, thrust to parry |
| Up the Temple steps, much water got carried |
| In this industrious world, meet the illustrious |
| Uncombustional, give props like Doctor Huxtable |
| Knew many men, only trust a few |
| Women, love the few, mention Wu-Wear linen, rugged blue |
| God-U's, I tuck a few, known to smash out a club or two |
| And represent the worldwide W Oh, oh, your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood |
| Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood |
| Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood |
| Feed you the flesh of men, so you can see end again |
| Yeah, yeah… |