B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Stop That Train - 2009 Digital Remaster
๐ต 1677 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:59 duration
๐ ID: 3164937
๐ Lyrics
It's 4 a.m., I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D train ride to Coney Island vacation (this one's)
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train
They be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin'
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train
Stop that train, I want to get off
Check it
Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise, your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner, where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the el barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog, from who? George Drakoulias
I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D train ride to Coney Island vacation (this one's)
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train
They be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin'
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train
Stop that train, I want to get off
Check it
Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise, your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner, where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the el barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog, from who? George Drakoulias
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.89] It's 4 a.m., I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
[00:03.33] I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
[00:06.78] Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
[00:09.31] D train ride to Coney Island vacation (this one's)
[00:11.96] Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train
[00:14.75] They be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
[00:17.36] And then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token
[00:20.52] Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin'
[00:23.55] Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
[00:26.13] Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
[00:29.02] You know you light up when the lights go down
[00:31.34] And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
[00:34.60] Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
[00:37.80] Party people going places on the D train
[00:40.41] Stop that train, I want to get off
[00:45.09]
[00:50.72] Check it
[00:51.33] Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
[00:53.69] And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
[00:56.98] Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
[00:59.37] I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
[01:02.45] Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
[01:05.50] Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
[01:07.83] Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
[01:10.44] Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
[01:13.56] A fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
[01:16.39] The neck, tortoise, your Lees are creased
[01:19.38] Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin'
[01:22.10] Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
[01:25.29] Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
[01:27.86] Riding over the diner, where I always get my toast warm
[01:30.64] Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
[01:33.59] Over the loud speaker about the hard times
[01:36.19] Sat across from a man reading El Diario
[01:38.93] Riding the train down from the el barrio
[01:41.80] Went from the station to Orange Julius
[01:44.86] I bought a hot dog, from who? George Drakoulias
[01:47.49]
[00:03.33] I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
[00:06.78] Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
[00:09.31] D train ride to Coney Island vacation (this one's)
[00:11.96] Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train
[00:14.75] They be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
[00:17.36] And then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token
[00:20.52] Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin'
[00:23.55] Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
[00:26.13] Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
[00:29.02] You know you light up when the lights go down
[00:31.34] And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
[00:34.60] Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
[00:37.80] Party people going places on the D train
[00:40.41] Stop that train, I want to get off
[00:45.09]
[00:50.72] Check it
[00:51.33] Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
[00:53.69] And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
[00:56.98] Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
[00:59.37] I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
[01:02.45] Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
[01:05.50] Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
[01:07.83] Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
[01:10.44] Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
[01:13.56] A fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
[01:16.39] The neck, tortoise, your Lees are creased
[01:19.38] Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin'
[01:22.10] Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
[01:25.29] Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
[01:27.86] Riding over the diner, where I always get my toast warm
[01:30.64] Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
[01:33.59] Over the loud speaker about the hard times
[01:36.19] Sat across from a man reading El Diario
[01:38.93] Riding the train down from the el barrio
[01:41.80] Went from the station to Orange Julius
[01:44.86] I bought a hot dog, from who? George Drakoulias
[01:47.49]