Lyrics:
fabulous, know what I'm saying?
let's kick that shit!
[Mystikal]
[Verse 2]
it's like a big rush with no time
niggas be like "whyyyyy"
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
And I ain't even tryna let a nigga slide
I've been dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try, now prepare to die
I rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness
a lot
Of work to do brother but
I wan't you to remember how
You feel right now man
Remember that you were alive for this man
This is really big my dude
me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side by side you
'Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
his feet
Students
Musicians
A teacher
Fools
I'm a hooker
I'll show you a good time
Tie me to the rafters
I'm a thinker
I could stay there
all day
to United States joing
Us in glorious international revolution
Do svidaniya by nigga
pressing me like time
Rhymes is just illusions
A world in confusion
A dream of revolution
These reflections like mine in the puddle of life
Skip rocks,
birthday won't take me by surprise
Never have time
Never have time
When you rush and run and forget
Half of the things you needed to take
When you rush
to fit in
There's no need to rush, take your time
Life's a big old ride, sit back and enjoy the vibe
When we are young, we all want someone
Who we
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
Time is running (Time is running)
I gotta go (I gotta go)
Go do something (Go do something)
Won’t take it slow (Won’t take it slow)
I might fuck around
You will not be able to stay home, brother
(cyo, welcome to Generation Wavy yo)
The revolution will not be televised
cyo, yuh, yuh, yuh
cyo,
75
Pass me the ball And I'm playing this shit Quarter back ay
Look can't tell the time by the Flick of my wrist yeah shawty My bitch Yh
Not bout
after, no surprise
Coulda guessed what happened to us
But at the time, mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky
Sonic boomin'
I'll never forget the rush
of it this time around
And I wondered what it is about
So many women with big breasts make them look so sad
And I thought, well, maybe it has somethin'
And end up with their big bonus?
Oh I guess we're to turn a blind eye?
That's fuckin bogus
And we're just to sit by
And listen to another lie
From our
conversations
With clouds
I'm done tryin'
I'm just doing
This is more than music
Use it to transform into
A fire that sparks
A revolution
Inspire movements
I'm
balance with some sense of bliss in the foulest degenerates, my New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges
I'm just 'gon bend 'em toward
how to talk and they ain't gonna try
I shouldn't bitch, I shouldn't cry
I'd start a revolution but I don't have time
I don't know why I'm still
of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta
the revolution against father John Jay
Be donned in Wakanda cosplay
Can P Funk motherships be mass produced like
Honda, Hyundai
Is Elon Musk gone leave all us
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
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