Lyrics:
Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
They never fake it just slam it
Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
mo cheese
Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
[Scarface]
Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
Cause 99.9 a niggas, carry
signing me up for the slam-slam-slam-slam-slam
The Paparazzi, lapping it up for the scam-scam-scam-scam-scam
Falling down the tree
Life and limbs flashing
KiNG BEE KiNGS
CHcPTER 1
SLcM DcNCE
Slam dance slam dance this is your only chance
Expel all of your hatred from your tragic circumstance
Backed
cheese
Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
Cause 99.9 a niggas, carry they gats
Super fist
ready to leave
(No)
Buck the whole world, meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
Super fist fightin' shit might come down
mo cheese
Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
[Scarface]
Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
Cause 99.9 a niggas, carry
The words have different meanings
Yes they did
Finding she was left alone
Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999
Summoned the immediate aid
Of London's Noble Fire
that, gotta stay strapped
Cuz 999 a niggas, carry they gats
Super fist fightin shit might
Come down to dyin
When the time comes down for
The tryin I got
change in time, don't let this pass you by
Don't let this pass you by, you better adapt or perish
Don't let this pass you by, you better collapse
everybody runs for Hokey Pokey
It's the natural thing to do
It's the natural thing to do
Down in prison number 999
Working like a bee in a hive
He's
head
Stubborn as a mule
Oh, yeah, by the way I still love you
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on let's have it out
the grain
Fueled on chronic fause my boys are getting paid Slam it - slam it - slam it - slam it
Would you believe they call me a freak step back
They call me
Oh, we're live now
Couple more minutes before we ride out
Just me and my ride, ride, ride
A couple real ones by my side
So tell me if you with it
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
a conclusion
Doors slam shut now I can't see
Nothing but confusion
It's all there by the roadside
This town's too small no place to hide
Can't escape
Okay Wazzam
I just got ya girl, the glam
She slide, we slam
Stay fried, no pans
No pants
Made it clap no hands
Throw racks, and bands
Making stacks,
Anybody who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam's grand slam speak easy
Always able to find you a table
There's room for just
sending
Bare shots one by one one by one
Nigga fuck you
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
mine, the people say 999
How you gon' pull up and crash the party?
I'll put the slug in your ass little buddy
How you gon' steal from your lil nigga?
How
it when we left how to freak it and to slam it
add a ladybug transformation is complete
for the metamorphosis from the box to the jeep
and it's good
winters in Apsen
Slam poetry I'm snappin
Blaine said he's got the beats
I said let me at 'em
By the chorus I was hooked
I just gotta have them
He left
in da pants
Slam, slam, slam
Slam dunk on that pussy like I'm Larry Nance
When I hit girl
Hit wit a dick dats
Dats a lance like a Nancealot
That's
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