Lyrics:
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (1017 shit)
Mop it up, mop it up (brr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well,
It's Crumb
Been a minute
Wasn't cooking, but its hot now
Lock-down poetry pop-out
Its handouts n mad clout
Souly stand out
Til I'm man down
I do it
Take life no more living.
Beat us down.
Evil parents with a vision.
Lock us up.
Steal our money for they children.
No need for love.
Leave
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
lock 'em down, lock 'em down
This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
Is it the concrete or the walls?
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
death
Lay you down to rest
Violence ain't a threat
It's a promise of consequences for opposition
No competition
My opulence is just confidence
Look weh wi deh today
Rising outta di slum
A weh dem ago say
Mi multiply mi potential by mi credential
Di result become astronomical
Success a di best,
don't pay the bills
Call my hoe up if I wanna chill, have her popping pussy like her favorite pill
Call my bros they be down to roll I'm surrounded by
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
I hit road get the flow
And I lock it down
Do what I know where I go
And I lock it down
You not a hoe then you know you
How to lock it down
No co but
the homies
But like Sting was waving his ding-a-ling
We keep getting fucked by the Police
Ay, this a revolution season
But it takes a village and machine guns
am the Power
I am the Power
I... am... a... god!
At times we dwell in the depths of darkness
At time we are held down by obstacles
But it is in us
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you,
real mobties
If he play it's going down
Hit his block with a hunnid rounds
Been the one since I was a child
I'm going up they love my sound yeah
I've
said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don't let it come our way
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don't let it come our
Running up the bag, bout to make it flip
Ahh, running it up
This for my niggas, who never had much
Raised by a queen
Said follow our dreams
Tried out for
Stepping into real life
Head up on lock
(On lock on lock)
Day into the night time
Head down still locked
(On lock on lock)
Stepping into real life
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
Gotta buss down both of my arms, yeah
Ain't trying to die young
Too many leaving one by one
Just lost my nigga the other day
Fuck it, I'm rolling another
the day that
I get up out the slums
Did it for my team, put 'em on some ones
And every day we shittin' on them
We them niggas with some runs
I was outta
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you,
(let's go)
Five hundred in the back, nigga, ain't no body iller (Haha)
Do it for the streets and the slums from which I came (came)
Got the same wounds,
.jpg/300px-Young_RJ_et_T3_(Slum_Village).jpg "Slum Village")
Discuss these lock it down by slum village Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In