right now Can’ think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune And maybe later Maybe later in the afternoon I’ll sit back and relax
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self I
right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune And maybe later Maybe later in the afternoon I'll sit back and relax
Still in the show. I'm a rhyme as my ammo'. My life as a barrel is lettin' this loose. Playin' you pussies, like fuck a piano. Wish: Look at the game
heavyweight but I go twelve rounds With a jab and a stick, I'm goin' lick for lick, so give me the helmet I'll be the stunt man, just relax and I won
of hoes Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes Straight up mack them hoes If you a platinum hoe, You gotta keep workin' the bitch Don't stop and relax them
this is it, boy Now, I think I'm 'on relax myself That's the way you relax Now, watch this (piano) Boy, it's a hot day All ya got to do Is put one
I know you don't love me I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin' Yeah, that's smooth, let's just sit here and relax While my man plays the piano
brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love, lost my niggaz, relax yourself I'm about
your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self I'm about
I always had To tell her to relax And a cat can slip in doors Through multitudes of cracks And it's funny what they'll do 'Cause cracks lead outside
around I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a savage street talker Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake Floatin' in my bowl, takin' movies Relax in a whirl, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxing a while ...livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays
t be a liar When things are all you think of And plans are all you make And thoughts are all you dream of Your falls are all you take Look out the world's destroying ya Relax
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
ANGEL, EARTH ANGEL THE ONE I ADORE LOVE YOU FOREVER, AND EVERMORE MARY: Nickie, for God's sakes what are we doing in church? I thought we were going to the movies! NICK: Relax
