Trippin'

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This is the original gangster Big Brown representing the Puppetmastaz' s thing collaboration with Smokey Joe and the Kid.

Oh yeah yeah. Tell it:

′Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans, (that's right)

A group of fellers found a new kind of music (mm mm...)

An' they decided to call it... jazz! (ha ha ha)

No other sound has what this music has (yeah...)

Before they knew it, it was whizzin′ ′round the world

The world was ready for a blue kind of music When I slept in the scene to west

Everything seems so cool, the best

But every walking when an ashole for breakfast

So I gotta call him in this place sweet jackass

Watch out when I gonna go whoes gonna have to go

To going. Guess why? So you're better tough in up,

Grabbin′up, bugger up.

There's is the crim in the crap, that′s right, that's winner

You lood of cheaty tuber

I think of real tucker, heart killer

Shot guns did it when this shit hit the banner

When he said a world, it was like: kick kick bam!

I couldn′t ever since then

So I'm making money may I pay the rent

It's mature nailed it. Watch your steps

′Cause showtime′s over

(Sur l'air de Clint Eastwood de Gorillaz):

We trippin′ got that juice

So we zippin', looking down

For this dippin′

I talk no chitty (just hang it though)

I poke in the nurse up in the universe

Straight mean down the milihue way than the baby birth

Love is too poney hell pone drop on earth

Worse come to west may ana wants come first

The repre/repre phone when the space just landed

School power gonna glow double expended

All over the world the clinic can stand it

Pam super limpie embended

P.M. William P.M. bring matters

To the blink pillows we've to blend stand

Sweaty girl bangin′ cell when they can

I've got that feeling that we've been dreamin′

-Ha Ha. You know what I′m saying. Let me taking those shits man.

-That's right

-Yo Molo!

-Hun?

-Waht you gotta say? (Yo)

I got a wo sa sleep fair sleepin′

Five muses of my flow, you'll be trippin′

Wings thanks stop, ask the moon, man I wakenin'

From the gentle tuba polar fast fast breakin′

I'm so crazy I'm on your nake your ass

Come on baby pass off tinys, aw for what end?

Zik a boom jackass clean and crew

Jackass ask: what you′re gonna do?

Find an hole now find his ows

The laughing for fool let me tell you to go up there

So street my life I wanna rare

Because sometimes you don′t hiddin'

I′m a choose period you wanna hear it

Is my prospect though thanks you wanna get with

I should of down, I should a neckel

No wag wish what i got that fregal

Instinct to of my mental

My thought is so clear for rental

For regar one at my sleep

I acted fuckin' ass it on reese

Rock as religion is there a crime

So the Fucking asshole is has a piegon sir it up

Like is that magic show

Sneek about slace I′m ready to go

Oh yeah yeah I got that feeling

That we've been dreamin′

Watch man M from the ring

Forget that feeling that loaded

We trippin' / I got that feeling

So we zippin' / now show me that realy

For this dippin′ / make a dream yeah

Make my dream, that′s realy my to damn seeling

/ Get down man, watch man

/ I got that feeling, that we've been dreamin′

Ha ha.

I got that feeling, yo show me now realy

Smokey Joe and the Kid, Puppetmastaz and we out