Pipes Under the Floor
RQ Penn

This pipe ain't workin' no more
and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ones beneath the floor
They don't carry any water except through the basement door

Talkin' 'bout smokin'
talkin' 'bout lightin'
talkin' 'bout tokin'
Getting' drunk an' fighting
Sittin' back and chilling
Doing God willing

We're armed with cars and not behind bars.
We go very far
Shoes and socks
Nuts and bolts
Keys and shocks
The wheels the and the good times, they roll

Feathers in our hair,
Drums on the snare
Food up the stairs
And God who knows where

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