Cats Van Bags 歌词
| 歌曲 | Cats Van Bags |
| 歌手 | Atmosphere |
| 专辑 | Seven's Travels |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| [Intro]I can't scratch, cause | |
| I'm drunkI got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding | |
| Come and ****ing get me, mother****er | |
| Yeah, break, start the song now, ****er[Verse 1][Slug] | |
| We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields | |
| Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels | |
| Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades | |
| As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation | |
| Watchin the expressions on the faces | |
| Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces | |
| How many miles can you put on one soul | |
| Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole[Brother Ali] | |
| Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew | |
| Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh | |
| Stomach empty, my bladder is full | |
| Two year old son on | |
| Jay Birds phone | |
| Cryin, ya missin me | |
| And I'm starvin', | |
| I'll bite ya arm off | |
| Sabertooth | |
| Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws | |
| In ya backyard just to **** with ya guard dog | |
| Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off | |
| Bitch[Slug] | |
| **** yes, | |
| I do my best to take advantage in bouts | |
| With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout | |
| Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead | |
| Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of that warhead | |
| Cross counrty, like a little lost junky | |
| Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that | |
| God moneyStearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare | |
| Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand there[Brother Ali] | |
| Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where | |
| We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it | |
| Angry like a hostage, | |
| Kickin like a little bitch in one of | |
| Dibs's mosh pits | |
| Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit | |
| Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get'em car sick | |
| Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action | |
| Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain[Slug] | |
| Climbed over the side, closed his eyes | |
| Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive | |
| Swam to the shore, stepped upon land | |
| Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand | |
| And said[Chorus][Slug & Brother Ali] | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo[Verse 2][Brother Ali] | |
| Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time | |
| They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is | |
| Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt | |
| And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt[Slug] | |
| We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the | |
| GypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of | |
| FishiesSwimmin through a hazy shade of passion | |
| Here they come, the | |
| Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain[Brother Ali] | |
| Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers | |
| The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit | |
| Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat | |
| Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak[Slug] | |
| They call me | |
| Jesus Freak, | |
| I came to listen | |
| Then I save you, then | |
| I make you, my favorite position | |
| Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks | |
| Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks[Bridge][Slug] | |
| And we wonder through the snow, so let it be known | |
| Mama I dont know if | |
| I'ma ever be home | |
| The revolution wont have any distribution | |
| I love my son and my music so | |
| I gotta keep it movin' | |
| Like[Chorus][Slug & Brother Ali] | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| Intro I can' t scratch, cause | |
| I' m drunkI got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding | |
| Come and ing get me, mother er | |
| Yeah, break, start the song now, er Verse 1 Slug | |
| We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields | |
| Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels | |
| Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades | |
| As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation | |
| Watchin the expressions on the faces | |
| Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces | |
| How many miles can you put on one soul | |
| Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole Brother Ali | |
| Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew | |
| Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh | |
| Stomach empty, my bladder is full | |
| Two year old son on | |
| Jay Birds phone | |
| Cryin, ya missin me | |
| And I' m starvin', | |
| I' ll bite ya arm off | |
| Sabertooth | |
| Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws | |
| In ya backyard just to with ya guard dog | |
| Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off | |
| Bitch Slug | |
| yes, | |
| I do my best to take advantage in bouts | |
| With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout | |
| Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead | |
| Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of that warhead | |
| Cross counrty, like a little lost junky | |
| Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that | |
| God moneyStearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare | |
| Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand there Brother Ali | |
| Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where | |
| We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it | |
| Angry like a hostage, | |
| Kickin like a little bitch in one of | |
| Dibs' s mosh pits | |
| Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit | |
| Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get' em car sick | |
| Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action | |
| Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain Slug | |
| Climbed over the side, closed his eyes | |
| Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive | |
| Swam to the shore, stepped upon land | |
| Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand | |
| And said Chorus Slug Brother Ali | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo Verse 2 Brother Ali | |
| Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time | |
| They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is | |
| Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt | |
| And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt Slug | |
| We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the | |
| GypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of | |
| FishiesSwimmin through a hazy shade of passion | |
| Here they come, the | |
| Hazleton hasbeen, and his chaplain Brother Ali | |
| Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers | |
| The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit | |
| Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat | |
| Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak Slug | |
| They call me | |
| Jesus Freak, | |
| I came to listen | |
| Then I save you, then | |
| I make you, my favorite position | |
| Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks | |
| Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks Bridge Slug | |
| And we wonder through the snow, so let it be known | |
| Mama I dont know if | |
| I' ma ever be home | |
| The revolution wont have any distribution | |
| I love my son and my music so | |
| I gotta keep it movin' | |
| Like Chorus Slug Brother Ali | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| Intro I can' t scratch, cause | |
| I' m drunkI got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding | |
| Come and ing get me, mother er | |
| Yeah, break, start the song now, er Verse 1 Slug | |
| We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields | |
| Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels | |
| Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades | |
| As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation | |
| Watchin the expressions on the faces | |
| Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces | |
| How many miles can you put on one soul | |
| Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole Brother Ali | |
| Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew | |
| Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh | |
| Stomach empty, my bladder is full | |
| Two year old son on | |
| Jay Birds phone | |
| Cryin, ya missin me | |
| And I' m starvin', | |
| I' ll bite ya arm off | |
| Sabertooth | |
| Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws | |
| In ya backyard just to with ya guard dog | |
| Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off | |
| Bitch Slug | |
| yes, | |
| I do my best to take advantage in bouts | |
| With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout | |
| Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead | |
| Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of that warhead | |
| Cross counrty, like a little lost junky | |
| Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that | |
| God moneyStearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare | |
| Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand there Brother Ali | |
| Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where | |
| We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it | |
| Angry like a hostage, | |
| Kickin like a little bitch in one of | |
| Dibs' s mosh pits | |
| Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit | |
| Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get' em car sick | |
| Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action | |
| Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain Slug | |
| Climbed over the side, closed his eyes | |
| Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive | |
| Swam to the shore, stepped upon land | |
| Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand | |
| And said Chorus Slug Brother Ali | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo Verse 2 Brother Ali | |
| Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time | |
| They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is | |
| Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt | |
| And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt Slug | |
| We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the | |
| GypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of | |
| FishiesSwimmin through a hazy shade of passion | |
| Here they come, the | |
| Hazleton hasbeen, and his chaplain Brother Ali | |
| Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers | |
| The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit | |
| Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat | |
| Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak Slug | |
| They call me | |
| Jesus Freak, | |
| I came to listen | |
| Then I save you, then | |
| I make you, my favorite position | |
| Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks | |
| Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks Bridge Slug | |
| And we wonder through the snow, so let it be known | |
| Mama I dont know if | |
| I' ma ever be home | |
| The revolution wont have any distribution | |
| I love my son and my music so | |
| I gotta keep it movin' | |
| Like Chorus Slug Brother Ali | |
| Let the wheels spin, let the road shake | |
| Let the speakers blow | |
| Let the line in, let the kids play | |
| Let the people know | |
| Let the roof burn, let the girls love | |
| Let the heat flow | |
| Let the world turn, let the curtains up | |
| Cats Van Bags, | |
| Yo |
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