Lyrics:
rewards! She's a fake
STOP IT! Who dares disturb a Bengalis' siesta!?
Why do you scream and shout?
What's tickling your rear ends?
What's this all about?
I sit alone in my room and I do feel
All of the pain I put you through is too real
Turn off my phone and I turn on that Dru Hill
Never break promise
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in)
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
to the strip go to the D man (uh huuuh)
I put the work in the chips yeah
I'm 'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
Hey! - I'm that
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!)
Yo, It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
Drivin' around
Just me and all my best friends
All over town
No special place to go
Never a doubt
We get this party started
No one around
It's
There's gotta be something else to live for
No doubt
Fuck shitty pop songs
The ones by children of rich parents
And the ones all written by the same dude
on the real son
Anybody diss the Firm yo on the real yo
I'm bringing it to you I
Ain't even saying the word
Cause I ain't allowed to say it on the radio
(any
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
blue racks, yeah I'm 'bout that
Sayin' that they work harder yeah I doubt that
Up in hills yeah there's where want I want a house at
It's survival
go natural.
But at sixty-eight, approaching the big seven zero, her life long vanity would not allow it.
And so, as the portable radio blared, she
with a Hodag making thirteen an hour
My name is D.P. no it's not Dr. Pepper
I'm not too fancy on the field, I don't flash a leather
I put in hard work
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
Intro (0:00- 0:22)
Check my list
Show no doubt
Check my list
Show no doubt
Check my list
Write it down
Check my list
Write it down
Chorus
As a younger dude, life was somethin' rude
I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move
No rubber groove on my shoes led to fights, so suspensions
I had 3
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
doubt (that's no doubt)
Nigga put your head high, you gone make it out (make it out)
Man it's only you up in this shit, so make em proud (make em proud)
Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
That's the only way to explain these mic skills
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
this man (Hell Rell)
Lemme hear a hook on this
Hook
J.R. Writer:
It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio, you're now tuned in
my hand
Okay? No nigga, don't put your hands up
Just watch (Watch it) my hand i'll do this
And then I'll do this let's try this (Clap)
(Wait, stop,
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
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