Lyrics:
So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he
Yeah
Man, you ain't fucking ready for this shit man
Fuck all that conscious shit bruh
Nah, I'm fucking playing, I keep it real though
Yuh, Ayy
Hustle
dancing tonight
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right
(Everybody get kinda awesome)
It doesn't matter where
I don't care if people stare
'Cause I
dancing tonight
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right
(Everybody get kinda awesome)
It doesn't matter where
I don't care if people stare
'Cause I
came to kick it
But really I would rather be
At home all by myself
Not in this room with people who
Don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance,
good in the world
We waiting, what you can found in the round
When drop bombs in street people
Hide behind in the wood
If you have the gun we have our
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
and see a few nips
And we prep to hit the rep
Become adept
Become Hotep
We share a laugh on behalf of the god of the caf
Get ready for bars like graph
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
wrong
I thought we’d get over this
But you were already gone
And I should’ve shown you more love
But I was only a child
I wasn’t ready to love you,
But I
over by a cop
I'm already ready to get questioned or get hit up by a shot
Or have my face on the cement while people watch from up the block
That's just
a retirement
Wearing all black, dressed for a funeral
It was inside of me all along
But it's fucked up
I wasn't ready yet
Hanging by my front trucks
Thunder,
the power of blood
To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills he don't need no
my own brick (Freebase)
Tell them pussy niggas ain't pay shit (Freebase)
Better be ready to let the gat loose (Freebase)
I've done a song by
now
Go 'head and clap your hands now
Clap your hands now
Go 'head and clap your hands no, hmm
Get ready for the wave
It might strike like
now
Go 'head and clap your hands now
Clap your hands now
Go 'head and clap your hands no, hmm
Get ready for the wave
It might strike like
(Ooh, that's groovy man...)
My mind flies
Wide eyes I cry
For all the people that, for all the people that, for all the people that, for all
bigger and stronger, I guess
I don’t wanna have a good mood, cause I’m very scared to get used to it
I don’t wanna perceive nice things as a habit
Don’t
to feel like hell
I ain't tryin' to cause unnecessary stress
Don't get offended by words, they're only to express
The progress that we've made, or in other
And they are ready to kiss strangers ass
Stop being selfish creatures with your kindred people
Who care about you
Otherwise you will appreciate it when you
When I spit the tracks and sell it, gonna have to get the paramedics
Cause my alphabetic bars will numb your brain like anaesthetics
Use the facts
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
the promises
Tell me wetin go make 9ja good
When the people wen dey rule
Nor wan know if you get to chew
Ohh
Na that be the reason
Why we need this juju policy
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