Lyrics:
Everybody it's time to take a chance
Stop what you doing come on shake your pants
The world been sick for the last few years
It's time to get out
put two in these rappers
The emcee Spielberg when I'm shootin' these actors
Bet a knife can make a pool of blood rise from your flesh
Makin' it easier
Kings and some Queens by design
Jump up and down
And turn your speaker loud
Go and tell your people son of JEHOVAH in town
Look em' in the face
Look em'
of flows
Say it loud, say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud
I'm black and I'm proud, yeah
Say it loud, say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud, yeah, ooh
Turn Up Now
By: Luvinnia Flowers
I ain't waiting on friday imma turn up now
If the bottles ain't poppin then we rollin up some loud
Catch me by
make
Them start racing
Yup dropping heat on them on
A daily basis
In a blue dream and I'm hazing
Kush by the pound by the pound
You can weigh it
Dro so
Is it important? You're yelling so loud
It makes no sense at all
Walking around with your head in the clouds
It makes no sense at all
Makes no
Is it important? You're yelling so loud
It makes no sense at all
Walking around with your head in the clouds
It makes no sense at all
Makes no
Came out from the gutter, been a long way out
Kick my feet up while I smoke this loud
Yeah, I roll it up you can call it rolling loud
I don’t give
too
Nah it's not deep for you
(Nah it's never that deep)
Nah it's not deep for you
What you saying
What you telling me now
Didn't have to make a sound
loud)
Feel like this shit is going South (Yeah yeah yeah)
Don't know how we got here but it don't feel the same
Yeah you be so cold it's like our love
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by
phone
I should have said it by now
I don't know I don't know I don't know
How to say it out loud
Yeah yeah
Now it got me worried thinking maybe I'm not
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
rubberband that
Stupid fruity loud pack
That's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing
Shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I
Spend it
from the father
Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle this don't make sense but its a nice riddle
I ain't even write this recording as I go
Just
make it onto MTV
This is for the kid interested in what Bauhaus is
Sick and tired of Mickey Mouses tryna keep us on our couches
Y'all gonna know me homie
Rolling something so loud (yea )
Yea yea Telz
Free the world FreeLyfe
Lyfe Yea yea Yea Yea yea yea
FreeLyfe we outside nigga
It's the same gang but
ain't tryin' to run game
But I play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream
play to win
Is it you, is it you
Let me see your hands
We got it hot
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream like my number 1 fan
Now, tell me
gone make the odds even
Add'em
King BISON
King BISON
BISON
King BISON
BISON
BISON
Yeah yeah yeah
It's King BISON
You HerD?
You HeeerrrD?!
Hahahaahhaa
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
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