Thump Chronicles Vol. 1

Pressa, Dan Diggerz, GoldLink

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Pressa was an International Press Exhibition held in Cologne between May and October, 1928. As German exhibitors were barred from participating in the Exposition International des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modern held in Paris in 1925, that this exhibition was held in Germany indicated the rehabilitation of Germany as regards international projects of this kind. more »


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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mhm
Yeah, jheeze
(This sounds like Nyge) yeah

I don't do shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' wit' some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh

I was sixteen when I buss my case
When I started rappin' had to hide my face
I was movin' packs right up out my place
Had to buss moves so I leave no trace
Niggas turn snitch, trust no bitch
Ain't no love, my love sticks
Never show fear but f*ck all that
I was in the field with a shield
And whole lotta deals
And whole lotta money, give no f*ck about a rap

Niggas be thinkin' I'm rude (rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot (shoot)
Tobacco is all in my zoot (zoot)
Keep me a knife in my boot (boot)
Bitch thought she was cute (cute)
Buss me a script by the pool (woo)
Goldlink my guy, you a fool (ay)

I don't do shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh (fly boy shit, uh)

Lil' boy swim, lil' boy drown
If that nigga ain't used to water, crack, cocaine
Yeah a young nigga tryin' get it like Coach Carter
Dah-dah-dah, dah
They know Pressa, she need runnin' down, John Connor
Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter
Told her partner, she from Dower
Campin' out, camp for hours
Cd look like CN Tower
Gotta grave and a flower
Young nigga he came from powder
Got finesse, got drugs, Novocaine and super sour
From the streets, nigga, bitch
That nigga he fooled that trial
I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat
See my niggas servin', crack, cocaine and dodgin' deets
Young nigga, white tee, dope boy, Forces no crease
And the police see my jewelry for evidence

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Written by: D'Anthony Carlos, Daniel Morrison, Nyandoro Kelly, Quinton Gardner

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