Lyrics:
(Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's
on 2-1 Street, fo' sho' (let's go)
Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters
Watch my back and light my way
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born
St. Christopher's Day
(Old road dog, young
it up (Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin
I don't give a damn I ain't scared of no man
I'll travel with the work like a nomad
Christopher Wallace this shit gettin heavy
Now I look at my pocket
you gossip like hoes
Poured up a four I move with the wind
The muddy it got me real slow
I remix it sell it for low, yeah
I remix it sell it for low,
Idle
SECOND BROTHER: Michael Palin
Scene 1
[wind]
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Whoa there!
[clop clop]
GUARD #1: Halt! Who goes there?
ARTHUR: It is I,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
Just like the wind finds a resting place
Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
Just like the wind finds a resting place
on a ride
Feeling like we're by my side
Music on, power winds crossing all night
Night drive, everything feels right
Headlights, shining on your past
But
Get out yo Feelins
Written by: Diondria Thornton, Christopher Thornton, Ichiro Suezawa
Music Produced by: Ichiro Suezewa
V.1
I'm superman
fresh
wants to run wild.
She wants to ride, a horse cross country
She wants to feel, wind brush against her skin
She needs to find, what she's been missing
When the wind decides that it's time to ride
To spread a little hell through the heartland
It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke,
These cheeba laced dreams got me singing sweet woes like “whoa”
I’m singing sweet woes like “whoa” (like “whoa)
You need to close your eyes and ride slow
So through the faces, around the clock
We're just tryna ride university waves
I lost the original flavour, she spit me out like bubblegum
There was no
than a stoner
And I drink way more than Homer
I can see like Christopher Columbus
Juiceman, the trap house bunkin'
You niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
the strippers but I
Make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it
Got my fuckin' hand hurt
(I really like to use cash)
, we can put him on ice
Cross us, then he
by the amazing Micheal Christopher
Yeah
Temperature rising like the sun in the morning
Like its past my curfew baby girl im going in
Passion is
These raps is authorized while the suckas only author lies
Soft as pies, they need to step off the ride
Came in this game, I like, tossed they pride
to these rappers
Hell naw I aint feeling yall
Came from an error
Where soldiers would ride
So im taking it back
Like im Marty McFly
Martian in mind
Out
eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. Remix
I got
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
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