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Limbo The Law

 

Limbo The Law

(альбом: No. 10, Upping St. - 1986)


Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll

Freedom Town or Mariel
Out the frying pan straight to Hell
In the papers shadows on the screen
Itchy finger trigger easy teens

Take you off just for fun
Sweet sixteen magazine and gun
Surfboard on the new crime wave
Playground street corner and grave

Jungle's jangle, intersection rock
The wind could blow these boys off the block
Crosstown junction where the cops don't stop
The heavy crew hangs out at the coffee shop

The beats are fresh, they're feeling fine
Ex-army automatic blasted down the line

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll

Learned to speak from a gangster reel
Watch 'em murder rob and dope deal
Music makes you wanna shout
Kicking it live at the carryout

Colombians and ye oh think they got it made
Chopping 'em out with a chainsaw blade
Go down to Limbo, Limbo the law
Mama say don't come home no more

Ice cool killers copy what they see
Welfare cherve lottery fantasy
Uzi nine millimeter speak
High tide leaves clean money on the beach

Society needs boys like this
Liberal minds sleep with ease
When the shooting starts turn a blind eye
Adios to another bad guy

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n roll

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more

Down the Limbo, Limbo the law

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