Lyrics:
3rd Bass got dissed by X-Clan
It was a crazy time in hip-hop
"Follow the Leader" was my shit back then, and got crazy props
[Verse Two]
Coca-Cola,
a man who chooses to build while the rest simply insult
your intellegence
Cover it up with name brands and huh we'll call it entertainment(you hear
that
sigh
(Please don't cry anymore)
Every breath that you take
Any sound that you make
Is a whisper in my ear
I could give up all my life for just one
The kids won't be awake
But I will kiss their sleepy heads
With a hundred other passengers
Who mutter up their prayer
Lord, it's hard to be this grounded
Fall onto the ground
Do not make a sound
Can we be like children
Dancing in the crowd
Fall onto the ground
Do not make a sound
Can we
Can we
on other girls!
Then one morning you wake up and all that's left behind is a couple of chipped reeds
And a tube of toothpaste all squeezed out!
But then I
struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
the Almighty One does not defend!
I was halfway listening, to what she thinks she knows,
We're
Smith and Wess
Pull your girl up out her dress, snatch the baby out the nest
Represent the Mid-west, after we drug test
Look like federal express,
word
He'd put away his little black book and put you first
He'd be doing double back flips to make it work out
If he's a month late for your
mine
I'm building up you're coming down I'm losing time
And now I've found some solid ground
I thought I'd drowned but now I'm found
a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White
If you want to go
Did ya like the flowers I sent
Coulda called to thank me
Well, ya coulda called
And I tried to kiss you,
On Brooklyn Avenue
But you got in
come to me
All promising serenity
And as I struggle to find the source of this peace
I always end up with your kiss
Suddenly in my life
There's
And keep me 'way from your friends
They'll probably try to do me, do me (do me)
I sip on my Yack, I kiss on your back
I have you like, "Ooh, ooh don't
Fuck you and your stupid smile
You make me want to strangle you
Fuck you and your disco flavor
Hot sauce on your snake skin boots
Hey you
Long after midnight, on a night like this
I'd sit by my black-light and dream of your kiss
Pulsating music filled my room and my head
And I
Long after midnight, on a night like this
I'd sit by my black light and dream of your kiss
Pulsating music filled my room and my head
And I
dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!
We like that trunk knockin'
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We
a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White
If you want to go
gonna say huh
Tell me what I'm gonna do
I seen you once or twice
I seen her in your eyes
But I really did care cuz I knew I had to make you mine
I see it
we sustain
The same level of mundane,
And it's numbing me through
I often wonder if I'd miss you,
And still have the urge to kiss you,
If an issue was
feel the bass, it's in your face
check the flow, it's good to go
here we go, make some noise
All the girls and all the boys, pump it up
I heard that you
With my ankles raised up by your neck
Waiting to see what you'll do next
My fingers catch inside your breath
Oh, just take a pause and keep it
you'll smile up at me
leaving me speechless
I'll grab on and won't let go
Yea we'll make it
that's for sure
Hold on the happiness we seek
has always been
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