Lyrics:
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass'
Real managers are supposed to open
Doors for their artists
Well when it was time
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
[Chorus]
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in
right, we'll see
Bleeding from my mouth
It's like you cut my tongue out
I couldn't talk the way I'm supposed to
Shot me in the head
You left my mind for
like
Almost pumpin', but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed into the ground
That
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D-Nice
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D-Nice
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
PLAY ON
By: Thamara ‘Songbird’ St. Bernard
Intro
This one’s for all the disk jockey dem wey love fi play Reggae Music This one’s for you
Touch it
DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now to then
I
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin' it up, huh
I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But
come here just stay
I need you anyway
I need you any day
Can't leave you by yourself no way
Believe me
I need your love no time to play
I'm bleeding
It's
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
a fly-by
It is I, mindin' my own mind
Father time be the boss cOMES AT A COST
He aint never lost fAME IS FAKE
CAUSE IT FADES pop the fame bubble
Cause he
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
Set you straight, yeah, put you
In your place, like it’s regional, zooming by, look like you
Seen a ghost, I’m not feasible, hottest kicks I just
Wore
it was gonna be right
I see life, and I'm livin' up to my dreams
It was a hard struggle
But that was only just for a nigga to bubble
Some of my
Trap grammy trap grammy
Uh-huh yeah
Say what you’re feeling like get some real advice by the nigga like
But it could end tonight let’s pull up
bitches out of bubble.
Fell the rhythm of the struggle the vision isn't subtle
But livin in the bubble keeps you distant from the trouble.
I'm Choppin it
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