Текст песни
So roll down ya window and listen what i m sayin, cast your first stone-but then get the hell out, to the people in the middle
people criticize me but i know it s not the end
people say they own me i can tell you that they won t
I am not a muslim but i read the final call, cast your first stone-but then get the hell out, because within its pages there is something for us all
Relax ya mind and let the band keep playin, on and on and on til the breakadawn, we got hot wax
I am not a jerk although sometimes i act like one, and the vibe was lovin
The people all hummin, til the breakadawn
the left and the right they all try to use me
People say they know me i can tell you that they don t, got the guitar strummin Spearhead, but if i don t have enemies i m not doin my job
I try to kick the truth not just to make friends, should teach one and share with one anotha
cast your first stone-but then get the hell out
the left and the right they all try to use me
but hey diddle diddle
And i am not professional but i love basketball, people criticize me but i know it s not the end
I am not a muslim but i read the final call, but i ll be in they faces before they can abuse me
The people all hummin, the definition of a sell-out, but i ll be in they faces before they can abuse me
Your motha your fatha your sista your brotha, til the breakadawn, til the breakadawn
The definition of a sell-out, we got hot wax, and it cookin on the griddle
And i am deadly serious about us havin fun, but hey diddle diddle
To the people in the middle, the squeaking of the sneakers they echo in the hall
Your motha your fatha your sista your brotha, and i am not a sucker even though i m stuck on you, i try to kick the truth not just to make friends