Lyrics:
Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while
Hello, My name is Edi. First of all, I want to say Thank you for reaching out to me. I'm grateful to be a part of your journey in finding yourself.
it's time you where in bed?
Close your eyes, listen to the sky
All is calm, all is well
Soon you'll hear Chris Cringle and the jingle bells
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
Shawty be thirsty well lucky I ball
I’m shootin' my shot n’ i feel like Chris Paul
Wet (Wet)
Yuh (Yuh)
You know that I’m makin' it splash
She ridin' my
as well as cutting and scratching.
It's all ours.
But really think about it.
FEEL ME!
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo?
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
like all my stick dirty by the thirty
I do all these hoes dirty
I like all my Sprite dirty
I like all my stick dirty by the thirty
I get a rush when I
of
Sounds like this
Or you know
That sort of thing
I started
Sort of tapping
It annoyed the crap
Out of
My fourth-grade teacher
Ms. Frechette
She was
a hundred K I scream YOLO
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money
yes we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
[Freeway]
All of the sudden and there's six million ways
Nigga, come off. Check this out. Check this out
Listen all this shit y'all talking ain't got no frills
We'll pass the 40 around and weill see who's
like Chris Hansen
Bitches wanna act all tough
Hit it from the back if you know what's up
'Cause I'm finna pull up with the Glock
And I'll pull up on yo'
then get ditches pourin liqour out; that's what Chris about Tryna figure out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all
I know Paul, Paul, yeah
You know but see, yeah, y'all may know him by other names
Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mm ton of shit
Sperm bank
I didn't
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
Megadeth
Y'all punk MCs better save your freaking breath
You's a corny motherfucker
You must be high smoking dust with Chris Tucker
Y'all faggot asses
A love story a Love Story
Yes a Love Story that's what it is
You know Chris you're funny
Back when I was in eighth grade I didn't have a clue
Well we
the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
you Chris
You know I like it when your body goes bump, bump, bump
I like this right here (let's go)
I like the way y'all ladies doing that thing
you Chris
You know I like it when your body goes bump, bump, bump
I like this right here (let's go)
I like the way y'all ladies doing that thing
Chris and .45s they sing like Drake yeah
I’m just cruising by, doin Just Me
You can’t hang with us if you can’t trust me
I be drenched out they say that
of (seen of)
Well equipped to just whip it and make it purr like a kitten
And I'ma have you adi-di-icted to me now (me now)
And all the fast girls wanna
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