G. Solorzano
wanna know who I am
I'm that tough good for nothing
driven by the hand
I see lights and corner stores
ticked off by the media
and the bands on radio
my stereo
blasts 24/8
B-Boys and punker chicks
with graffiti mix tapes
I aint mean
and that's by far
I shut my mouth so I can play
my girly guitar
Im from the islands of the caribean
where the chicks back it up
having fun in the sun
biggiddy bun- bigiddy - bong...
Im a selfish peice of shit
with a slant on his lipps
Tell me if your really
wanna know who I am
Im the WACK master
with his toes in the sand
Ill spill my tongue
and finger my neck
another line expresses a phrase
with the touch of a fret
see my boys
they got my back
Im that foolish mother Fu*Ker
with his hand behind his back
TAKE THAT, TAKE THAT
tight licks, and words i spit
to a 24 track
PUNK-
You can't tell me what to do
to find my break of day
the tunes I say
the tunes I play
will get me to another day
CANT A FOOL
TELL A FOOL
exactly what to do...
Im a man and I got play
I know just what to do...