Текст песни Press Your Luck

Here we go!
Bring it on!

I'm Fred D. #1 limp dog
Alien night train laying down the law
All around the world everybody wanna see
My five knuckle grip on this M.I.C
Weaving in and out with that old school funk
Keeping bass line sticky like i buy you skunk
Five more seconds till this shit takes off
Best buckle up before your shit gets tossed

Don't press your luck(Hey Hey)- you might get fucked up(Woooooaa)

Oh my god its the cops at the door,
And they wanna stop all the mosh on the floor
They wanna keep me in line
so i break me a rhyme for your mind and i'm
dressed to kill
Living low with my flow
i'm a creep i'm a
vampire starting fires in the street
Like a snake sneaking up in the grass
with the beat you can't blast
taking chunks out your ass

Don't press your luck(Hey Hey)- you might get fucked up(Woooooaa)

All around ..The world ..You know me ..
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All you MC's waking up from a nap
Better fix your target on the red ball cap
And if you ain't got 20-20 on the sight
Meet me at the show i'll be rocking all night
Better bring a friend and a girlie if you got it
She could use a pass to my backstage party
Now i'm outta line and I like it like that
Just another fume on the limp dogs track

All around ..The world ..You know me ..
All around ..The world ..We know You..

Oh my God (oh my God)
oh my God (Oh my God)
Oh my God...
it's the cops here again
And they wanna lock a dog up in a van
If they wanna try to control how we
rock and we roll cause they know i'm a
fugitive
On the run is my mic like a gun
and i use the stage to release all my rage
Gimme 1 gimme 2 gimme 3
gimme britney and i rock it like a G

Don't press your luck(Hey Hey)- you might get fucked up(Woooooaa)

All around ..The world ..You know me ..
All around ..The world ..We know You..