03-15-2002, 09:46 PM
As soon as I get out fo here, I'm putting on this album to relax and celebrate this nice day....
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<font color=green>Fun Lovin' Criminal
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis
I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracious
see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat
franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here
I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend.
Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x)
Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than Disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
and I never, ever, ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly
Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)
The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x)
Means with the green, murder on your spleen
living in a dream do you know what I mean
goateed indeed, smart like John Steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N.
I broke into the White House and never got caught
and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut
I am always optimistic about human relations
I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging
Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal
Smoke em
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab
and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
you're my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?
What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always
stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem, well, well
Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science
pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (3x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
(2x)</font color=green>
Edited By Spitfire on Mar. 15 2002 at 4:47
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<font color=green>Fun Lovin' Criminal
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis
I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracious
see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat
franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here
I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend.
Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x)
Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than Disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
and I never, ever, ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly
Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)
The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x)
Means with the green, murder on your spleen
living in a dream do you know what I mean
goateed indeed, smart like John Steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N.
I broke into the White House and never got caught
and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut
I am always optimistic about human relations
I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging
Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal
Smoke em
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab
and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
you're my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?
What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always
stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem, well, well
Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science
pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (3x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
(2x)</font color=green>
Edited By Spitfire on Mar. 15 2002 at 4:47
<center>In the 60's people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.</center>