• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• New Times - Tupac Shakur
• New Times - Violent Femmes

(Tupac)
i see no changes all i see is pasty faces
man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces
im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho' cus ive see them races
theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces
its fucking bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows
so now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will
its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still
i got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool
im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in
and squirt ketchup in the womens violin
i got all them men looking at me and i love dre's ass in my ninety four spicey
dre is me real nigga and i love him for so' i love the way he plays Triple A's
he plays them most ways
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
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you got your mags in da shop win-dow's
there shit and you like my co-trin-bow's
double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell
sun shine in cali while im in the police cell
but now im out on bail and all is well
i sit down at the table and i pray
before dinner my kidz will say
"daddy i fucking hate you"
and ill get my ninety four spicey
and shot em up niceley
so u niggas got a problem with this song
go fuck your self without a condom on (bitch)
what you on?
who ya fucking with?
Ya got it all wrong?
And as yo' going down...
You put your hands on the floor so your upside down.
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
(repeat to fade

New Times, New Times, New Times
Good morning, good morning, good morning
I'm the guard at one time this was rather pleasant
The poets they still had to muse over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick
Well, that's the New Times, that's the New Times
That's the New Times
The girls would lie down, the girls would lie down
The girls would lie down before us
First one went dancing, first one went dancing
First one went dancing and then behind the bushes
Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still don't get them that far
Well, that's the New Times, that's the New Times
That's the New Times
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state
You can be sure that a writer is not far behind
With his Excellency I only say
Hands off, hands off hands off the literature
The Laurel Wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak from the old Empire's stories
Sold underhand at the Alexander Platz with all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder one is informed
Well, that's the New Times, that's the New Times
That's the New Times
That's the New Times, that's the New Times
That's the New Times