Lyrics:
And You Fellas Who Don't Know My Game
Yes I'm Called The Prnce of Soul
But Others Call Me The Kid Creole
The MC Delight, Young Ladies Bite
When I'm
once told by Frank Nitty
What's the dilly? Niggas still frontin' Willy
Actin' like they ahead o' the game
Put the four-point-six in the Range
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
enter the game
I'm getting my cheese
I bring the heat
Hop on a beat
Make it a banger they think that I cheat
I bring the heat
She belong to the street
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
wanna see me with my face down
Laying on the ground like a snake to get mauled on
But hell no I's a boss in my own frame
Me and you is not the same so
everybody get it
Letting everybody hit it
Take a week
She couldn't belong to me
Cause she belong to the streets
What type of games are being played
How's it
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
Fortune teller hear my name
Tell me how we play this game
Can you find my lucky star?
I've been searching wide and far
Fortune teller hear my name
call me Rossi
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By hip hop music, let’s do this
Truly the truest, I do it the rudest
Leavin’ M.C.’s
killing beats what I gotta do
Keep it solid they follow you
Pops like boy I'm so proud of you
Stay with me bae I'll Prada you Gucci Lui and Tiffanys
Play
the magic I'm praying for
I hope tomorrow may find you
Right here by my side
But tonight, tonight belongs to me
Tonight belongs to me
left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off
the deep game, aquamini and Roc
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box
DJ Durel!
We walk backends (backends)
Wipe my sins (wipe my sins)
They can't win (they can't win)
No new friends (no new friends)
Football
(DJ Durel)
We won't back in (back in)
Wipe my sins (wipe my sins)
They can't win (they can't win)
No new friends (no new friends)
Football fans
Von, Von
Von, Von (huh? What? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
(Dj on the beat so its a banger)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
Enerve-moi pas sinon jvais lui faire un fils
Tu penses jsuis mind de toi I'm all about my money
Tu vas spend sur moi mais on va pas se marier
Il me dit que
have to clear all this stuff)
Get back, back, get back
DCQ:
Reflection Eternal
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek
by DviousMindz
New York
And I don't rap about the money, fight me, it don't excite me
But I negotiate well and I'm clutching paper tightly
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