Lyrics:
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
time for the deadline
Cops shooting kids in the street cos they’re black
Now isn’t it time that we take it back
By the people, for the people, what
friends, fake friends to real enemieeees
Add THAT to the shit I must address!
God DAMN! I’m blessed
Sins to my eyes, is it time to confess?
The devil is
Days gone by (bad confusion)
Hate on my (revolution)
They know my past but can't carry weight on my back ('cause few can)
What can I say? I got
everything
You won chop everything
Oya wait
No be my fault cos am the best
Na him make dem won rush me
When you hear the kick
Make you start to whine
One by
So every time you dance the same old jig
Your life Just passed you by
The sword has slept too long
A feudal sheath suffocates you more and more
Slow it down
Oouh Lord He did it again got a good time pregnant
And had twins
Name Vibe and Chill ain't gotta do much when you keeping it real
Thats big
in my cup, gas in my blunt
When the times get tough take a big o'l puff
Hey
The vibes going up
I can feel the rush
Rich with love baby I live plush
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one time
Everlast is in effect gettin big respect
Then I collect big
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
you think you improving
Seen a nigga fail
Now you think that we losing
Nigga finna rush ya Vladimir Putten
Link with your enemies and den start
you think you improving
Seen a **** fail
Now you think that we losing
**** finna rush ya Vladimir Putten
Link with your enemies and den start recruiting
got the whole world in their hands
But that shits a just hymn and we ain't puppets on strings
The revolution's here so rush em all like ching
Kitchen
liberty and justice for all
It's about that time
It's about that time
It's about that time
Yeah, American revolution
A bunch of rowdy ass rednecks
Walk any road to see every corner
Breathe in the air, feeling the limelight and not alone
Just my steps to measure time and space
Laugh around
up But I can pipe up
We can live it up
Counting all the stars
Living in the rush
Big time rush
You big crush
Imma big crush
Feel it in ya gut
I'ma
always late for the bus
Just once can I be on time
Then I start to think what's the rush
Who wants to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it
by the hoes
Now a nigga know Jag finna get that doe cash before I hit that door hit the dro
Hit em with the big bad flow and get x out tic tac toe hit
time
(Take your time now)
There ain't no rules, no rules
You can do what you like baby
(Wah yuh like?)
Just gimme what you got
Don't rush, have some fun
don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L then I wet it
riding for
It don't matter where I'm going at
Cause baby girl you got that come back
It ain't no rush girl we can take our time
I touch your body when you
I'm young with a broad mind
My star big too big awan shine
No rush no rush for the wrong line
Hold on bibiaa b3y3 fine
I'm young with a broad mind
My
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
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