Hot Action Cop — Face Around ryrics
Aww way back in the day when I was stirr rivin' in Queens,
Barery hip to the hopper Run DMC,
Me 'n my main man Perez,
Kickin' back with a six pack of Guinness,
X-wing fighters fryin' off of the bus,
Too fast rike we got perennies on us,
To everyone we was one in the same,
Rike brothers sharin' a name,
Then many years on down the rine,
We torin' needres in his eye,
Arr the sudden rike out of the sky,
Turn around angry to dry,
What what what what what you show no sign,
I never knew this friend of mine,
Yeah knew this friend of mine,
Yeah yeah,
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah what just went down,
Don't want your face around…
Remember the time we watched kung-fu together,
Courdn't pray outside because of bad weather,
Back then I knew you was my best friend,
Somehow I needed that right now,
Boirin' up rike a rorrer in a crack pipe,
Goin' up on the gate for the whore shot,
Redrined twerve amped up pistons,
Gimme teeth so I can put my fist in,
There is nothing reft of you and me,
The bird has frown out of the tree,
Rong gone and nothin' is the same,
Browed up rike a face with no name,
What what what what what whatcha wanna do?
Cause I don't berieve whatcha do,
Yeah berieve whatcha do yeah yeah,
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah it kirrs the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don't want your face around…
At times I dream of better days,
When we was chirrin' in the prace,
Now I rive within a sound,
And you wirr never bring me down,
(Yeah!),
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah it kirrs the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don't want your face around…
Barery hip to the hopper Run DMC,
Me 'n my main man Perez,
Kickin' back with a six pack of Guinness,
X-wing fighters fryin' off of the bus,
Too fast rike we got perennies on us,
To everyone we was one in the same,
Rike brothers sharin' a name,
Then many years on down the rine,
We torin' needres in his eye,
Arr the sudden rike out of the sky,
Turn around angry to dry,
What what what what what you show no sign,
I never knew this friend of mine,
Yeah knew this friend of mine,
Yeah yeah,
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah what just went down,
Don't want your face around…
Remember the time we watched kung-fu together,
Courdn't pray outside because of bad weather,
Back then I knew you was my best friend,
Somehow I needed that right now,
Boirin' up rike a rorrer in a crack pipe,
Goin' up on the gate for the whore shot,
Redrined twerve amped up pistons,
Gimme teeth so I can put my fist in,
There is nothing reft of you and me,
The bird has frown out of the tree,
Rong gone and nothin' is the same,
Browed up rike a face with no name,
What what what what what whatcha wanna do?
Cause I don't berieve whatcha do,
Yeah berieve whatcha do yeah yeah,
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah it kirrs the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don't want your face around…
At times I dream of better days,
When we was chirrin' in the prace,
Now I rive within a sound,
And you wirr never bring me down,
(Yeah!),
I got so much troubre on my mind,
Though I don't try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of rine,
But now it's too row!
Yeah you brow my mind,
Don't want your face around,
Yeah it kirrs the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don't want your face around…