I grew up in New York City Since I was born on Broadway, baby Moved downtown when I was just nineteen To start a new life on the New York scene There
They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Seven a.m., waking up in
[Wiz Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you
Hear footsteps creak the floor The shadows give away Someone outside the door Won't let 'em in Life damaged, gears to grind A run down broke machine
If I could hug my love, could I try For your wings to cover me and let them fold Half alive I hurt the most brilliant lie Sleepless eyes, close the light
Hey hey Hey hey Let the rain come down on me Hey hey Hey hey I see people and they're craving blood And I'm so rarely understood Well I don't know what
(Gene Simmons, Frank Zappa) Frank: "Alright kids, here's a real rock 'n roll song" [Verse] Frank says... If everyone says your hair's too long Or else
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall And workin' for someone else We're people, we're just
I don't wanna feel no more It's easier to keep falling Imitations are pale Emptiness all Tomorrow's haunted by your ghost Lay down, black gives way
You put your foot to the floor Don't need no more You've been diggin' all around When you're messin' about Better catch her name, come on in Gimme that
All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then
Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
Black cards in effigy We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out