Everybody got the beat Everybody got the beat Everybody got something stuck in their head It's not nothing I'm just Just unpopular me Everybody got the beat Everybody got the beat
Prevod: Frank Black. Vsi Got Beat.
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent you Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids
show Hi, DJ KRS She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that" And went and got some other girl schemin
the block bump Boys in da hood, call me Black Donald Trump Dope boy magic, 7 days a week Number one record, long as Nitti on the beat Ooh I think they
This a nitty beat Here we go again, ghetto ville U.S.A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker Out my squad
say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration its bad health and industrial sadness never helped by tofu franks
all worn out Investigatin' his body and everybody else Whoever gave threats, made bets or wages Cash donators from the campaign stages Cab drivers and frank
you could get got by an Uzi over an oz That's what an og told me Got's to find someplace warm and cozy To eat the vittles that I just got Came to an
Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got dough, you don't need no motherfuckin' friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin
the days, I wrote +south bronx+ The juice crew got stomped, lick two shot Pom! pom! really it was magic's fault Always wanna diss somebody, he got put
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Lowell george (guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (keyboards) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto
[Verse One] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these
half Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin
a knot wit instigators start speakin' fo playas I got my front porch sewed up the feds chasin' through the back roots, cuts an stretch I got no time
