Lyrics:
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
striker, not a goal hanger
You'll soon see Leah on a stage show banner
Leah, this money's too good by the hour
And it pays by the minute, live PA, that's
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
better know it
These lines comin' from my mind so I never wrote it
Keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
Yeah I'm addicted to pine but I never
Music gave me a brand new show
Little nigga, I'll plug myself
Plug my scene, plug my guys
This ting's more than a buzz, don't lie
Wanna be a G? Real
one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the players dwell
I made a tape, did shows and got exposure
And kept learning as my
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
out in Raleigh
Send me them pictures when you dressing thottie
My eyes only, don't show nobody
She thinking that they gon' get leaked like an album
Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II
Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t
tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any
Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy
I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family
If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me
My album is
major moves
SIEP album launches murdering mics
We killed stages too
No lie, ja there were no lines
But come show time
They all gathered
And most of them
don’t think that Ima clock in
Dropped a whole ‘nother album
I’m make it to the top yeah
With the way these rappers look at me
I think I’m becoming
on the fun shit
Drink till you got Dionysus
Never want to focus on the function
Don't stop, move bitch, telekinesis
Colors on my wrist
Show 'em they don't miss
what's up dude
What's good
Yo, I was just calling cuz
I had this thought
And it's been driving me nuts all day
So you know how they call Bigfoot by a bunch
Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base
I'm biased
And I shoot for your chest like Payet
But I roll deep on these
Show these likkle MC's about greaze
Show these likkle MC's about me
I
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
up that kelp
No I am not smoking mids
I Smoke the finest of top shelf
Made an album yes I did
And bitch I mixed it by myself
Long ass nights inside my
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
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