Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Proposition F , by - Methods of Mayhem. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Proposition F |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps |
| Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| «Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked» |
| Step in to the ballid box, blowing up |
| The mutha fuckin' spot, tired of these cops |
| Tired of these judges, tired of the rules |
| Waitin' til the day to tell em all fuck you |
| Playin' two, because it ain’t enough |
| Got the boys in blue still roughin' me up |
| On the TV news still talking it up |
| Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up |
| Methods of Mayhem, filthy and dutch |
| I walk up in your party and im spikin' the punch |
| If you’ve had enough, you know what to do |
| Vote yes on proposition fuck you |
| Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew) |
| You know what to do (Ha) |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps |
| Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually |
| Middle finger in the air for everybody to see |
| Obviously you haven’t read over my proposition |
| Fuck you collectively, runnin' the opposition |
| Opposition, proposition upon exposure |
| Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin' over |
| I told ya we more like pottery, stop the monopoly |
| We turn around nigga’s that burn learn to do it properly |
| Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew) |
| You know what to do (Ha) |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps |
| Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| «Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked» |
| Go on take away wellfare, medicare |
| Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some healthcare |
| Well prepared, proposition fuck you |
| Ammunition fuck you, gotta bud a crew |
| Who da farmers? |
| House senate takin' over congress |
| Show ‘em how to keep it on this passive judgement |
| Passin' on the government, no paper greencard |
| By law we rock hard, Hip-Hop rock stars |
| Collauge, I borrow street, hoods and guns |
| Take ‘em goods and run, gettin' naked for fun |
| Give ya food to bluff, so spark another blunt |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew) |
| You know what to do (Ha) |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps |
| Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue |
| Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition |
| «Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked» |