Lyrics:
looking fine as frog hair
You right there, Ven Aquí, come here
You don't speak English, I don't speak Spanish
I only know that hood shit, that good shit
looking fine as frog hair
You right there, Ven Aquí, come here
You don't speak English, I don't speak Spanish
I only know that hood shit, that good shit
not by sight
And be rewarded
Ooooo that's right
Welcome to this magic place
You'll live forever here
We love our neighbors as ourselves
We Love you just
outside
J'ai juste besoin d'ma bitch, by my side
Baby dis moi que tu crois en moi
Parce que pour le faire ouais y'a que ça
C'est comme un movie, right here
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
Now here we have a theory that makes me kinda weary
It's a humorous matter that makes my eyes teary
Jimbrowski
Yeah, that's what they call it
Now here we have a theory that makes me kinda weary
It's a humorous matter that makes my eyes teary
Jimbrowski
Yeah, that's what they call it
Boogie
Super heroes who were eager to fight
Before out entire lives became computerized
We were back spinnin' in shell toes and Puma Clydes as we
the justice you love went up in flames
Talking bout the system set up by the republicans
Countless murders, they still get out on bail
Where’s the justice in
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
her to stay calm even though
Her son's got gripped by the Shaitan
Boogie with the devil with my shades on
Hustler baby
J Hus, Street Starz you get me,
shown for years that we are def
But here's some more for ya'll
To just come get it
Rip the wheels J ("hit it")
Beat changes to Rob Base & DJ
EZ Rock's
The clock is always ticking
And I'm always doing not wishing
Plus I'm mother fucking bitchin'
Feeling rich in here
Get with this right here, yeah
I
you gave me a place where I could lay my head at night
And you fed me right, when I got in trouble with the law
You bonded me out when they read me my
what up nigga I here you the man now yo
(Yo what up my nigga you know I ain't the man
But I got connections (right) for you what you need?)
Yeah,
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
the Stage Like exhaust
Puff on your tracks like dust, you being right here is existent
While your talking bout your flow
I'm picking out your clothes,
jfait un mort a chaque balle (yes)
S/o le 13 pas d'shot by
96 comme Jordan
Right now tu sait qui ball
Only plug sur la hotline
Miami Vice
Tu crève en
Now here we have a theory that makes me kinda weary
It's a humorous matter that makes my eyes teary
Jimbrowski
Yeah, that's what they call it
glad that I got you and all my brothers cuz ya really here
2 minutes of me talking do you care
Thinking about you at 2 am you always right there
Thinking
don't wanna miss
Uh, 'cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
Slide, wanna take a ride? (I love)
I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead
the house (come on)
Is Brooklyn in the house? (That's right)
Uptown in the house (let's go)
Shaolin, are you in the house? (Don't stop)
Boogie Down, are
where it hurt they won't walk Right
Cold hearted like freeze bitch
Get your ass your knees
Collecting all these fees
While I'm out here in these streets
Baby girl I want you by my side
(Ah ouais )
Young Nigga looking fly
(J’adore )
Blunts blunts on blunts
Now we getting high
(J’adore )
Brickell city
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