Lyrics:
get they wigs melted
When I'm rushed out, fresh out
Verbal bash-out
P.D.'s that made man
Ready to get off for some action
[Interlude]
(You wanna roam
getting’ dough always take to show
Fresh from head 2 toe cause yah boy stays fly
Birdy’s show me love always gives me hugs
I get groupie love whenever I’m
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
There I was so island fresh with a suitcase in my hand.
Hidin’ from that cold black night, just tryin’ to join a band.
There I stood the king
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
like Billy Gates
Tapping in a realer state
'Cause you know how a nigga move in between thangs like an interlude
I be in between dames while they in
Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1
Interlude
I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat
Like
nice
Guap by the stop
Don't look, just walk (Walk)
Drip way too hard turn down a notch (Down)
Caught in a stare just try to nod (Nod)
You looking from
OOOH
YEcH YEcH
YEcH YEcH
YEcH cYE
I GOT TO SEE IT
FOR ME TO BELIEVE
YOU BY MY SIDE
YOU DOWN TO RIDE
PLUS I cIN'T SEEN YOU IN cWHILE
ITS
Give me a chance
By DJ Aljur Gomez
Introo..
Oooooh..oooh...
(Chorus)
Give me a chance, under the moonlit glow,
Where love's a dance, and emotions
got a pass
Yeah, don't be distracted by the interlude
Ay, I got options baby, I can pick and choose
Yeah, you can give it to me when you're in the mood
you want to know I don't even know
I'm going to walk by like idk you
All the fake lil things you do
I leave them behind like you leave me too
But if
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
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
melt
Tokyo Tribe, DJ Muro, king of the digging
Crazy yen style stay winnin'
Diggin' daddy, ammo is brolic
Fila sneakers and suede goose, walked in
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
*"hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*"
[Intro - Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus - Cuts by DJ Jorun] - w/ ad libs
"We don't
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
not to flip
Smoke a blunt, pour some white out for Bankroll Fresh
Every motherfuckin' Rollie, might as well buy a vest
Grind hard, fuck the rest, DJ
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
instead of enslaved and depraved
waiting to be tortured by Ralphus(?) and sow(?) doom(?)
are you willing to accept me as your master
[CHORUS A]
I got
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