Lyrics:
doing tryna do some Zydeco (hey)
I just let the music come from my soul
So all of my people can stay on the floor (ooh, ooh)
They got a brand new dance
[Lil Mama]
This Is The Remix (Remix) [x4]
Last Dude Ii Put Him Under
Thought He Had A Zone
Thought Ii Had To Leave
So Ii Thought Ii Let Him Go
Mine
on a new moon
That's a great time to get in tune
I am connected to Source
Ancestors using my voice
And I'm surrounded by witches of course
But they don't
um..there's gonna be warfare involved. Because there's some people who prefer deceptions, see. They say, uh, I don't like this new expression, and I say, what,
of myself
You bring it out of me
There's nowhere else I'd rather be
Than in your arms holding me
Let's go, come here
I just wanna be here right by your side
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here
I'll be there,
the crowd go (HO!)
Out they see, complete my rap technique
Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
Attackin New Jeru, as I do my doo-dah
[Tariq]
People know me on these streets playa
I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise
What I do is already
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
or lose the battle
Get burned by volcanoes, get blown by tornadoes
Cause mother nature signals, is trying to warn NATO
We got a new terror threat, it's
I know one day I’m a come up
This for all the times I fucked up my G
Had to fight so hard
Had to grind so hard
Just to be here, I don’t live in fear,
and foremost
(True)
While the people debate who's the king of this rap game
Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine
With every ounce of strength in his veins
To snatch
I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
And you ain't even out here putting your rod in the fuckin' ocean, nigga
Listen to me
Fuck all that Jon B shit
You need to listen to this pimpin' remix
Come
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
dollar recording budget, man
Sprite commercials, video directed by Hype
Offer to role in that new move from Spike
Bleach my teeth white, body like D'Angelo
lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me
But you know how slow the new Rolls-Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls-Royce be
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York
[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all
This is the remix y’all
San Jezi
Without Lord Let’s go!
What can I do Without you
I can’t do anything Lord
What can I do without you
This is gotta be
gangsta mack
But sometimes I get ridiculous
I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
Uh, yo fat girl, come here, are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called
for a come up getting ready for The summer
V2. From Sun up to sun down
We all on the block now
Driving by in a drop musik blasting with the top down
a master plan
To get too rich, just follow me and my blueprint
Kick new doors in new kicks, fuck old hoes
Who don't give a fuck about your new bitch, just
and steady
This weight is a different a heavy
Chevy come through like it's sposed ain't got time to lose
Look a here homeboy I'd rather choose
Big stepper
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