Lyrics

I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues From the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes And my boss said it was Paris or prison And the judge said, "Son, you better make your decision" I chose the former because I heard it was warmer April in Paris, hell south of the border They put me together, tougher than leather They set me on your ass because they didn't know better Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Now I hold the fort left, right and center The number running hard ass punk, fly girl bender Check the photo finish, I'm in this to satisfy parole Not posing not playing the role See I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro And if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro So drink your rock and smoke your pot and chill where it's shady I got more endurance than in-A-Gadda-Da-Vida baby Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on I'm up to no good, with no place to go but down I'm up to no good, with no place to go but down Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down We're up to no good, with no place to go but down
Writer(s): Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Steve Borgovini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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