Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp! Passing the time by ending children's lives Down in the bottom of the swamp, swamp, swamp! Billy's father rolled his wheelchair up upon a hill
stuffed bears Baby, down at the country fair At the north end of the field they set up a stand And they got a little rock and roll band People dancin
and said "everyone of you's a liar, If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire." And the walls came down, All the way to hell
I leave the blood spilling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills across the killing fields, never forget
the streets for the football field (Uhh huh) In church free lunch was our only meal But now we push whips with Lorenzo wheels (Lorenzo wheels) Livin' it up in Beverly Hills
Down, The Elevated Sound Keeps The Tables Rollin' Round, There's Nothing In The World That Can Hold Us Down, The Elevated Sound Keeps The Tables Rollin
Waking with the flowers to a morning in the meadow Settling down the evening with the hills I'm kicking stones and walking all alone like a modern buried
is tellin' me to stop Damn near down the block I found cops in the bushes peekin' Plus it's the weekend and I'm off the deep end I roll through an alley
while there's gold in the air It's falling like water, coming down from the hills Go West Young Man Earn a dollar a day just like your family said You're rolling
pulled up and said "Everyone of you is a liar If you don't surrender now, it's gonna go down to the wire" And the walls came down All the way to hell
know" An ambulance rolled up State Trooper close behind Tweeter took his gun away And messed up his mind The undercover cop was found Face down in a field
Monkey And Bear Down in the green hay Where monkey and bear usually lay They woke from a stable-boy's cry He said; someone come quick! The horses got
'cuz she beat Kelly's Price When Rosa Park ed the truck on the farm that Kim Fields Linda Tripp ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills Water dripped
a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says Bald head a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these
And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
crown your innocence with the golden sun, I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood . . . South-west bound on the winding A-roads - days of scorched brown rolling hills and ripened fields, down
to do Me, oh my, country dreamer Make a country dream come true I'd like to climb up a hill with you Stand on top and admire the view I'd like to roll down a hill
Of Santo Domingo The streets are still, there's silence in the hills The town is sleeping And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn The fields they