Lyrics:
maine shaktiman
Bana kilvish
Vishwas Geeta mann mein
Mere ab khwaaish
Aane waali album
ENGINEER
Ye Numaish
Warm up Gear up
Cheer up mere Boys
So Raha tha
that red album
Cover me with pixels so I don't see the outcome
Fellow don't approach me I fire
Not afraid to fight, when I see stars in sight
Trained by
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
[VERSE ONE]
[HOST]
Hello welcome to the Nathan never show
Tonight we got many guess and exclusive videos
But first, we'd loved to get this woman
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
these rhymes every line is all intentional
Oh my mind is so devine. It shows that I have way more potential
Y'all are blind by dollar signs living lies.
Overdrive
I’ma put on a show
Baby, gimme Van Gogh
That’s all I need, that’s all I need
Impeccable flow
Baby, gimme Van Gogh
Van Gogh, baby
Two bad
the show, "I Dream of Jeannie"
And dreamt about, "When will I be large like Whodini?"
But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway
And gettin' chased by
Multi-Platinum albums and sold out shows
Years on the periphery plying my trade with fakes notes
Bars ah soap and shot'in ounces of coke
And way back then that
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
an album
Started doing shows and I ain't talking about no Malcolm
Going gig to gig and then repeat the cycle
One of us had even opened up for Michael
While
screaming "FUCK CRASH"
Ridding with my baby and
We screaming "fuck that"
My daughter want more
So she be getting 3 a show
So this other bread can blow
What
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Looking for that moment
When that first album
Makes that personal record sale
Well
Look here's a mirror
Yeah
Reflection of me shows clearer
It does
Cuz
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
around the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that
I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
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