Lyrics:
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice
a
? she gonna have to turn it purple like the inside out.
I don't play when it comes to my D-I-C-K
I don't give a fuck
When it comes to a virgin i wear
dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K!
-e
Its a four letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it
Your f-you-see-k- e-d
But how you sell soul to a
Souless people who sold their soul?
la Téranga
Armé comme Daryl, les shérifs se mettent en garde
(?) zombies donc je prends pas
Comme A.D.K c'qu'on te prend on t'le rend pas
Pourquoi
'bout
More heavy fam, we living our dreams out
Sexy, I know you probably think you can be stress-free
Without K.I.D. but you gon' see if you ever left,
you no small
W.I.C.K.E. and the D, W.I.C.K.E. and the D
are to the E S P E see T to the reggae veteran
Who makes it easy fi wee
A labba ling
a remote for my bidet
(Adrock)
A-d-are-o-see-k
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with freckles from around the way
Peace to Bambata and Jazzy
gotta go for mine
Big Mike D, number spitting lead paint
Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-d-r-o-c-k spells relief
There's holes in my story
then we change the frame
You acting like a d**k, c’mon move away (che)
Tryna mess with me, then you mess with ‘em gang (brrh)
Feeling all my flows, you
Touch it(touch it)
Feel it(feel it)
Love it(love it)
Seepage(seepage)
Do you believe in K.O.D?
Yes when you see him nod
He's in season the reason
registran y me ponen contra la pared
Creo que me están investigando en el juzgado de instrucción numero 23
Por pertenecer a la D.K.C. y a la G' for
Esto es
letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it
Your f-u-c-k- e-d
But how you sell soul to a
Souless people who sold their soul?
I guess we all
as you ain't F-A-K-E
It is a four letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it
You're F-U-C-K-E-D
But how you sell soul to a
Soulless people who
la Téranga
Armé comme Daryl, les shérifs se mettent en garde
(?) zombies donc je prends pas
Comme A.D.K c'qu'on te prend on t'le rend pas
Pourquoi
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
J'me suis jamais vendu, j'aurai jamais à m'racheter
J'ai que d'la haine à cracher
J'rappe, c'est réel, c'est plus que d'la 4K
C'est plus que d
the, true borough, the B-K too thorough
Down in D.C., Touch Me Tease Me baby
C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on
Can't front on me, playa haters
tougher than leather
We gonna slay the bad ones
Until there are none
Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee
The K-I-N-G's of all M-I-see's
Like Hercules, with
deuxième mi-temps. Avec qui?
Avec mes amis, Soprano et R.E.D.K! C'est ça l'football"
Plutôt que traîner rêver de sale Rolex et faire du son
J'aurais
: Professionally.
D: In the place to be.
K: The D-P-G-C.
(Daz)
Now, get your freak on, freak on,
Get your freak on.
(Kurupt)
Now, get your gangsta on, gangsta on,
out the easy way
Make 'em scream like Zhané, like, "Hey, Mr. DJ"
You ain't heard what the people say, D-E-C-K
Got 'em lovin' hip hop more than Stevie
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