Hoo, hoo, hoo (Love in the air) Hoo, hoo, hoo You got some very bad kids Hoo, hoo, hoo (Love in the air) Hoo, hoo, hoo You got some very bad kids Hoo
Kitt: je suis le kitt 2000 de la societe knight Numero de serie : alfa delta 227529, je ne suis pas autorise a donner l'acces de mon unite centrale David
Now we're getting nasty Everybody's talking about the kids The kids got funky soul and groove emotion But if you don't give the kids the chance to use
Drug boy said it's show time Streets don't give a damn They filled with such pollution The kids don't stand a chance We're trapped inside the matrix
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
One, maybe not one Maybe you too Are wonderin' Wonderin' who Wonderful you Are wonderin' Child, child, child The child, the child Father of the sun Child
Saturday's boys live life with insults Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results Afternoon tea in the light a bite Chat up the girls they dig
They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because she was making it with sisters and
They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears Forgive and forget, all the while Love and pain
This is a very serious message, so all of you please listen There are some people Living in this world They have no food to eat They have no place to
You can see it comn' it happens everyday Millions of people millions of faces All lost in the fucking fray But I'm gonna keep on tryin' Why you people
fuck da kids, fuck da kids, fuck da kids, fuck yeah, yeah. fuck da kids, fuck da kids, fuck da kids, fuck yeah, yeah. fuck da kids, fuck da kids, fuck
We're the ones that'll rule the world That's how it will be! yea that's us! we're the kids The damn kids of USA Yeah Kids Our time is alive still you
And everyone should get along Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is
It was the night before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next
[Intro] He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family