Lyrics:
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Yeah windy City Heat
10 years
Let's way go back in the day (How far back?)
Way back 2003
A new movie came on TV about a sports PI
Who just wants
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
to the fact that my Rolex a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I'm John Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I'm a chemist
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
A hundred thousand
you."
The Lord said, "I am hungry, but that would be a sin
"Cause it ain't by bread man's gonna be fed
"But by the Word God's given him."
John
a high time
(Ali)
It's like I wake up an' it's pourin'
Ladies was on us like Sean John
Rims, Timbs, and them Slims with the green
I don't chill I mantain,
Coke white Rover
Coke white, Coke white, no bakin' soda
Park a half a million on the curb just to show ya
You can be the mayor when the whole city owe
He's only bones by the time
The ungodly body's sighted
He saw the puddle
Full color hideous monster Viking
He used to survey if the vermin
Dined
Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole
Go and find me or hidin', with wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
I'm gone in the wind
My momma keep on tellin' me
His name was Sonny- Least that’s what he was called by his buddies
He wanted to find a way to get paid and make crazy money
He had a pretty face
Step up John Bold, your fortune will be told
Cross my palm with silver or gold
Feel the warmth, then feel cold
Hear the tale unfold
Rest your head
sunrise and the john denver collection - caly
Lbums.
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine
Today I saw some ruins of the roman world' decline
And I
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
the city
Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel
The pressure bout to hit me
Shit it's a beautiful struggle
But you move in the rubble
And over time you learn
city
I looked up and saw the banner big and bold
"Later is now"
Tomorrow is a replay, so tonight I'll try to sleep
I'll deal with it later!
I'll
disheveled the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by
Saw the looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile (?) made
hair with broads and crews
Bitches searching for the gold
But i'm still outside posted in the cold
Life is up and down
Grab you by the throat
Money
white man's gold
I had to leave and go back to Manhattan
Where all my stories are bought and sold
I know the city would surely be saddened
If what I knew
in my Boffi kitchen by Rosa Dacosta women
Come from disturbing London, the city of foster children
Grateful what God has given save us from constant
your mouth
I'll stuff it with gold
Oh you poor devil look up if you will
The city of God is there on the hill
Hello stranger
A long goodbye
You
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
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