(DOM KENNEDY & Big Hit) Well excuse me I'll be your host for the evening Gotta stay fresh now, all four seasons Girls so fragile, know how to treat em She don't trust me and got so many reasons Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Foot to the floor on the Highway Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Mashin' up the back street sideways (Hit-Boy) Candy coated, hundred gold spokes on it Tickling the three wheel, pushing it like it's stolen Air conditioner blowing, I'm having motion Pushin' a Chevy from the 60's, that's rich rollin Now when the summer hit in Cali, n's need guns I tip low on the back streets for the speed bumps DOM in the 85 we racin', Snoop on my playlist I'm avoiding police chases Crib got surveillance, cause I Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Foot to the floor on the Highway Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Mashing up the back street sideways You know I had to stop through and check up on it Pulled the Monte Carlo out the driveway Mashin' up the backstreet sideways (Big Hit) Get your grind on, 13 inches on the brougham The black and burgundy pearl make the candy two-tone Flawless moves, Zanetti suits, with the crocodile boots Ballin Titan, so frightening when the gangster gets loose Star studded, diamond flooded And the maggots love it So butter in the Monte Carlo, peanut butter gutter Mastermind on the grind, black and white collar crime Keep track of time so the chipped up royal oak keep 'em blind In the morning, Ralph Lauren RP55 (Hit-Boy) Bending corners, bending dimes when I shift and slide I feel like Big Hit when he used to load the bricks The way I load the beats and get loads of chips (Big Hit) Cartier, Boucheron, on Lanes you know it's on (Hit-Boy) When you hear that 87 revvin', you know we goin OG touched down and we got right back at it (Big Hit) I was spoiled since a fetus so I got a bad habit (DOM KENNEDY & Big Hit) Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Mashing up the back street sideways Got the Monte Carlo in the driveway Foot to the floor on the highway You know I had to stop through and check up on it Pulled the Monte Carlo out the driveway Mashin' up the back street sideways

Goin' down to Monte Carlo, about 25k from Nice Goin' down to Monte Carlo, about 25k from Nice Got to get myself together, gotta get my head some peace Sartre said that hell is other people, I believe that most of them are Sartre said hell is other people, I believe that most of them are Well their pettiness amazes me, even after I've gone this far Goin' down to Monte Carlo, 25k from Nice Goin' down to Monte Carlo 'bout 25k from Nice Gotta get my head together, gotta get my head some peace Playing in the background some kind of phony pseudo jazz Playing in the background in the restaurant, some kind of phony pseudo jazz I don't care I'm trying to get away from people, that are trying to drive me mad After everything I've worked for, not goin' to throw everything away After everything I worked so hard for, I'm not goin' to give it all away I just need to take a rain check, I can't live to fight another day Goin' down to Monte Carlo, 25k from Nice Goin' down, goin' down to Monte Carlo, still about 25k from Nice Got to get my head showered, got to find some release

On morning shadows you were ill-spent "It's time", you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space ["Sweet", said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail

Sixty-nine was cheapo wine, Have a good time, What your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops We play better than they do (yeah, yeah, yeah) In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit But then we went to Croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes and the dudes were we.(oh oh oh oh oh) Did you see the suits and the platform boots? (oh dear, oh boy, ...) In Seventy-four on the Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game A grown-up game But you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did 'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did And we got off on those Saturday gigs And you did, you did And we got off on those Saturday gigs 'Cause you did, you did Don't you ever forget us We'll never forget you We're going to sleep now You better be good, right? (ha ha ha) See you next time So long for now

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll You know she's much, too much on the clutch Hey mister bartender, won't you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons in my petrol tank You know we've just about made it but her breath sure stank, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's much, too much on the clutch Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive" I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive Just drive little sister, drive"

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive When you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars From his face Funky little boat race Television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex Oh, brother, you've guessed, I'm a dude, dad All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up, come on!) Carry the news All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you! All of you!) Carry the news Now Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love Oh yes, we can love And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags Now I've drunk a lot of wine, and I'm feeling fine Got to race some cat to bed Oh, is there concrete all around or is it in my head? Yeah, I'm a dude, dad All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up!) Carry the news All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you!) Carry the news All the young dudes (what dudes?) Carry the news (let's hear the news, come on!) Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you!) Carry the news All the young dudes (hey, you there, with the glasses!) Carry the news (I want you!) Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front!) Carry the news (now you, all his friends!) All the young dudes (now you bring him down, 'cause I want him!) Carry the news Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him, come on!) Carry the news (bring him, ha-ha, here you go!) All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years, ha ha ha!) Carry the news (there you go!) Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel?) Carry the news

God ain't jive For I can see his love As it runs alive 'N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no He's still here, you are not alone Correct your heads For there's a new song rising High above the waves Go write your time Go sing it on the streets Go tell the world, but you go brave Oh my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown Too many questions, no replies now 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no He's still here, you are not alone I got an idea Go tell the superstar All his hairs are turning grey Star-spangled fear As all the people disappear The limelight fades away Cos if you think you are a star For so long they'll come from near and far But you'll forget just who you are (yes you will) You ain't the nazz You're just a buzz Some kinda temporary Cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for shy love Oh-oh, my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown Too many questions, no replies now 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne. Oh no. He's still here, you are not alone, you are not alone.

Like the sea after the storm You calm me, keep me warm and safe from harm. Heal my wounds, cure my pain, I feel cold, I feel rain on me again. So take me and hold me and keep me don't burn me, Love me and need me and tell me don't burn me, Your light shines bright Reach me and save me, protect me, don't burn me, Show me, enclose me, surround me, don't burn me, Your light shines bright... Through the dark, I see fear, I can breathe, now you're near and holding me.