My attempt at the lyrics (I'm sure they're not right but hopefully better)
First stupid sucker never done shit for me
Get in the car and I'ma drive till I'm outta gas
Slow or fast, can't put me down no more
I'm a mother fucking creature of the wind
You can't touch me, you can't touch this
Kiss my wing, kiss my knuckle, never
Scoop up chicks at the shows and take 'em home
And blow money to spend
Dream the impossible dream
Bloodstreams seems as bulimic to throw up
Throw up and flow up, flow up
Smoking in the bathroom getting kicked outta school
Car like a trap of your scurvy little vermin
I'm a family walking through the district of Garments, Downtown Los Angeles, the gates of heaven
All the people, they just wanna have fun
Stupid suckers are just so fucking temporary
Me and my crew, we're walking down the street
But you can't beat the beat, the beat
You put the tape in and turn the music up
You roll down the window, stick yo' finger up
When I was a kid, never had any friends
When I was one, start making some money
Pen and paper, two pair a chillin
In my diapers reeking days old
Never too cool to take a request
Mom it's all right!
Take your shit off my chest!
Music started in '74, Standed too close but
I'm world’s away
Touch the mic, it'll burn your fingers
Bottom down, instead it lingers
Old and rusty is still brand new
Always coming through with the shapes and the crew
Girls they just wanna have fun with someone and find a man to support their kids
People just wanna have fun
All you suckers are so fucking temporary
Me and my crew walking down the street
You can't beat the beat, the beat x3
Oh how I hate that stupid look in your eyes
like you already know but you pretend to be surprised
The way you go on, I don't know where to start
The only sound that I hear is the beating of my heart
But it keeps me going I love the way she does me
I'm a waiting child to be the man on the mic
Day outta nowhere, I'll fade away
They try to understand me but they don't care
Put up your ones, people say practice makes perfect not worth it now
Throw a bottle on the ground to make it sound a world renowned
Rhythm to the rhytm is uhumm
Shame to the shame is uhumm
Money to the money is uhumm
and names to the name is uhumm
People, they just wanna have fun
But all you suckers are so fucking temporary
Me and my crew walking down the street
But you can't beat the beat, the beat x3
My attempt at the lyrics (I'm sure they're not right but hopefully better)
First stupid sucker never done shit for me Get in the car and I'ma drive till I'm outta gas Slow or fast, can't put me down no more I'm a mother fucking creature of the wind You can't touch me, you can't touch this Kiss my wing, kiss my knuckle, never Scoop up chicks at the shows and take 'em home And blow money to spend Dream the impossible dream Bloodstreams seems as bulimic to throw up Throw up and flow up, flow up Smoking in the bathroom getting kicked outta school Car like a trap of your scurvy little vermin I'm a family walking through the district of Garments, Downtown Los Angeles, the gates of heaven
All the people, they just wanna have fun Stupid suckers are just so fucking temporary Me and my crew, we're walking down the street But you can't beat the beat, the beat
You put the tape in and turn the music up You roll down the window, stick yo' finger up When I was a kid, never had any friends When I was one, start making some money Pen and paper, two pair a chillin In my diapers reeking days old Never too cool to take a request Mom it's all right! Take your shit off my chest! Music started in '74, Standed too close but I'm world’s away Touch the mic, it'll burn your fingers Bottom down, instead it lingers Old and rusty is still brand new Always coming through with the shapes and the crew Girls they just wanna have fun with someone and find a man to support their kids
People just wanna have fun All you suckers are so fucking temporary Me and my crew walking down the street You can't beat the beat, the beat x3
Oh how I hate that stupid look in your eyes like you already know but you pretend to be surprised The way you go on, I don't know where to start The only sound that I hear is the beating of my heart But it keeps me going I love the way she does me I'm a waiting child to be the man on the mic Day outta nowhere, I'll fade away They try to understand me but they don't care Put up your ones, people say practice makes perfect not worth it now Throw a bottle on the ground to make it sound a world renowned
Rhythm to the rhytm is uhumm Shame to the shame is uhumm Money to the money is uhumm and names to the name is uhumm
People, they just wanna have fun But all you suckers are so fucking temporary Me and my crew walking down the street But you can't beat the beat, the beat x3