| Anyone alive wanna stop by my cage?
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| Fill me full of pills and give me chills, pop and shades
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| Drive me to thinkin', drink the Gil shot and chase
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| Get down with acid tablets and distilled model paste
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| Anyone at all wanna answer the bell?
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| I got the Bible and the vacuums and lanyards as well
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| Razors and the two ways and some van timing belts
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| Magic kits and cabbage kids with cancer to sell
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| Anybody outside wanna stop by the store
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| Get me some sleep, refreshment and some Budweiser quarts
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| Don’t forget the pantyhose and sun visors for
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| The money in the safe and the gun by the door
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| Anybody with time wanna ??
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| Passing by me salty and my staff’s not a joke
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| Fire in the hole and my mask kinda smoked
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| You can see the sharks are kinda hungry through the glass bottom boat
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| Anyone who rolls wanna throw me the dice?
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| When the big money companies are closed weekend nights
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| We can rummage through the garbage and get both free advice
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| On how to fuck the world up and get groceries at price
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| Anybody who can try to get me some work
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| Cause I look for something better but my friends found it first
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| Tie dyed toking in the trend flowered shirt
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| Turn the children into army men with pretend howitzers
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| Anyone who knows you should show me the way
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| To the white light deacons and the freak motor cage
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| If I don’t receive my halo when I reach golden gates
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| Then I’ll fly with the Red Barons when I breach outer space
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| Anyone inside can you break me apart?
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| Take me to your leader and then make me a mark
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| A notch in the belt, melt a piece by the park
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| When I’m burning down the house, fuck it deep fry the funk
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| My eyelids are poised
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| My ears are on boys
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| C.B. squelching with lexicon noise
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| I started on to Rome and I’m just beyond Troy
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| So don’t start no trouble or rock the convoy
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| Oh no no no
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| Oh no no no
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| OH no no no
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| Oh no no no
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| Zoomin' through the Apple when I roll with the top down
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| ?? |
| quiet driver, stop now
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| Thanks for the memories, kennel fees and lock downs
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| It’s not that I don’t like you I’m just not good with names
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| This is just insane but there’s pit falling back
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| The arms that caught me once have all been ripped off and packed
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| Ghetto copped a plea to the tea pot black
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| And how many of us here work like dogs everyday
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| This is just the way we build machines for the war
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| And when the time has come they be like, «Please order more»
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| Sellin' death to the house, why should they scream door to door?
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| I’d rather leave here awkward than to not walk away
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| Anyone ?? |
| as I’m sittin' on the dock like Guantanamo Bay
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| Simon start to mingle while cops fiddle play
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| While I’m chained to my bad for my hospital stay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock the Convoy, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Sabotage Gigante, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп