Lyrics:
the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make everything right"
"Get yours, nigga"
hating
Personify this conversation
Make a change for a nation and (woo)
Tell me, tell me what it's there to see?
I told you there is a time for
of peers
We stressing out
(OUT)
Hoping we can make it out
Of living check to check
Cause when the check bounce,
It brings us right back to where we
for a minute
Somebody check the dick, I've been long for a minute
Sean Paul for a minute, man gimme the light
I'm prayin' that these niggas don't see me
We gone start like this
We gone do it like that
All my ladies to the floor
Let me see it
Let me see it
Bounce
Twerk (Twerk)
Let me see it
Let me see
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
my left hand on the Bible, raise my right one up
And repeat after me
I'm about to swear to you
That this song is what's up
And I'll do it to these
gone down on mi knees
Give Sean Paul di light, make him get busy!
(Right now!)
As I pray to you, Jesus Christ
Mr. Vegas, mi brother, transform him life
high!
Slickerman no dey cease to dominate
I don't multiply I re-generate
Me yɛ guy roff, atwetwehene
Sean Paul
We be burning the tyres off
Ebe me dey preg
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from
Turn it up make it bounce
Yeah we smoke it by the ounce
Bitch I handle by the pound
Make you get up off your couch and make you bounce
Copped me
problems go away nigga
They be like Sean how you you fell nigga 10'5
Take his face off
Off face cross face Chris Benoit
It's a Hustle Hell
When there's
Buck 89 on the boards, what up buck
Word to god, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good, a yo
It's a reality that, all the real niggas
Have
Live Free or Die
Words and Music by: Paul Worrall
pcworrall@gmail.com
(603) 672 - 8196
Verse #1
I have a gun rack hanging
In
to Be
If you ain't tryna keep it really Real pull a Paul McCartney Baby let it be
Here comes the sun, but right Now it's midnight
I tell lil' shawty
)
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. Mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been
hit it right come in with an appetite
You my type, you got what I like
Look into my eyes you already know the vibes
I come alive in the night, Sean Paul
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way--dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside--now hear
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
blowing it up like a bomb
And I bounce back like big sean
I don't really care what they on
Let em' know it's dayon
Same nigga with the ganj
Same nigga who
You done went wild, yo, check it
There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in
by the greed
We be sippin', girls be trippin' cause it’s hot in the A
Peaches shakin' up in Follies all night and day
Hold up there shorty I’m not
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