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Lars Frederiksen - Streetwise Professor Lyrics




Let's go..
From the raggamuffins of Kingston, Jamaica
Paris, France New York city soul takers
Tokyo clubs thousand dollars whores
Well I am the volsung from sea to shore

[Chorus]
All I know, rock n roll
One more show, here I go
Yes I can - understand
Well I'm so bad I'm one hell of a man...
Well I don't need a lecture
I won't confess so I don't need a preacher
Hey girl I just wanna undress ya
Cause I am...
The streetwise professor!

Well I run with heatheans crooks and cons
Where the blocks are hot I got bullets for some.
I play my guitar until my fingers go numb
Draped in bounty hunter well here I come..

[Chorus]

Alright this song is for the f*cking rancid punx,
The D.M.S. crew, the skunx, the U.S. f*cking thugs,
Black hearts, alleyway crew, O.B.H.C, K.O.B,
Most hated, reckless con club, the wolf pack,
Soul assassins, zombie wrecking f*cking crew,
The transplants.....
To all the people who've given me love and support,
And South London, Kingston Jamaica, Atlanta,
New York, LA, all of Orange County, Boston,
Campbell, East Bay, San Francisco, Arlington Beach,
Santa Cruz, Oakland, Saco, Fresno, Tokyo,
Chicago, Anisaka, the worldwide personified motherf*ckers,
To all my real friends.. you know who the f*ck you are
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Let's go..
From the raggamuffins of Kingston, Jamaica
Paris, France New York city soul takers
Tokyo clubs thousand dollars whores
Well I am the volsung from sea to shore

[Chorus]
All I know, rock n roll
One more show, here I go
Yes I can - understand
Well I'm so bad I'm one hell of a man...
Well I don't need a lecture
I won't confess so I don't need a preacher
Hey girl I just wanna undress ya
Cause I am...
The streetwise professor!

Well I run with heatheans crooks and cons
Where the blocks are hot I got bullets for some.
I play my guitar until my fingers go numb
Draped in bounty hunter well here I come..

[Chorus]

Alright this song is for the f*cking rancid punx,
The D.M.S. crew, the skunx, the U.S. f*cking thugs,
Black hearts, alleyway crew, O.B.H.C, K.O.B,
Most hated, reckless con club, the wolf pack,
Soul assassins, zombie wrecking f*cking crew,
The transplants.....
To all the people who've given me love and support,
And South London, Kingston Jamaica, Atlanta,
New York, LA, all of Orange County, Boston,
Campbell, East Bay, San Francisco, Arlington Beach,
Santa Cruz, Oakland, Saco, Fresno, Tokyo,
Chicago, Anisaka, the worldwide personified motherf*ckers,
To all my real friends.. you know who the f*ck you are
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Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing


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