Title: Dookie Full Album "Side A"
Subtitle: Side A
Artist: Green Day
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Tempo: 220 BPM
Tracks: 6
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Bars: 962

Lyric

Yeah, let's do this

Take a good look at me.
You need a bad guy like me.
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break 'em for nobody.

Yo hopped out the whip, pop the heater out the clubbie
Ski masked it up, 'bout to jack these fools, love me
Blasted through the door blazin' hell with the shells flyin'
Spider-webbed the flat-screen in one shot
Babies cryin'
Got these bitches nose bloody, face down in the shag
This bitch is flippin'
Shut the fuck up and fill the bag!
All of a sudden, BOOM!
Shots from the back room
It was a set-up, dude yellin'
"Get wet up!"
Yo we bust out the back, dookie flyin' out of my pants
You got the keys?
Yeah boy, now make that engine dance!
This shit is stolen,
Fuck man, they strapped up!
Let's make a break for it, to the crib for the back-up
We hit the pavement, dookie bustin' all out of my jeans
Yo hop the fence
So we can get away clean
We hit the dirt, this rottweiler snarlin' and smilin'
He ripped my pant leg off
A bunch of dookies went flyin'
I had to blast
Dog brains all in the ground
Mixed with the dookie, yeah man
Nighty night! Time to smash
Yo we cut through the park, dookies poppin' out of my shirt
A hail of bullets from behind, like lead fireworks
Dookie fillin' up my sneaks, 'bout to bust
No doubt, pulled off my Isotoner gloves, shook the dookies out
Yo it's the jakes, they're wise to the chase
Yo duck over here, I gotta ditch some dead dookie weight
Ripped off my skully, so I could dump the dookie
Cop blazin' out the eucalyptus tryin' to shoot me
I blew out his back, that's all she wrote, man
Yeah, and on his chest slapped two dookies for the boatman
They're comin' man, quick, throw these dookies in the trash
Hold up, more dookies!
They're comin' out fast
Yo I can't move my leg
Cause I'm stuck on dookie mountain
Fifty guns opened fire, blood sprayed like a fountain
Now our bodies all shredded
Shots blaze right through me
We're deader than dust, done in by the dookie.

Trouble, on Dookie Island.

Take a good look at me.
You need a bad guy like me.
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break 'em for nobody.