Lyrics:
I got that flow, it's on sale if you need a rush
Coke blowin' out my fiend's nose like the speaker bussed
Ho caught me D'd up, talk down, we T'ing
lane and goin' the speed limit
Get out the way
And it's been a pleasure, and I'm your boy
DJ Azul
This is one of the symptoms of our phony sense
We're headed out tonight; boys, let's saddle up
It's time to take on the town
It's Friday night, and all these city lights
They make me wanna burn it
Naw
We don't pipe down
Naw, naw
See them boys in Minami don't sleep
Naw
See them boys in Minami on creep
Watch out
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
Quick prayer
Should we do it
Yes
We take one a piece
One hour down and we're already
Broke
Coolest part about it
Was ya boys were
Stoked
Walking by Faith
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
I've been hurt by love so many times,
so I know just what you're goin' through.
You wish that you were never born, you gotta forget him now that he's
please, don't let go!
Oh baby please, don't let go!
Oh baby please, don't let go!
Can you see a future out there?
(You better work hard boy and you'll be
gotta call out, boy, take a look at Fall Out Boy
Since they ain?t black, when they get money
They don?t ball out, boy
They just buy tight jeans till their
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
And they always held me down, down (Down)
Eight times
I raced round
Kinda spaced out
Thank God
I ain't fall
By the wayside
Eight times I don' fell
But I got
on the way I'm spitting
I've seen both sides of the poverty line so I hate the vision
Shout out to my girl she holds me down, that's Aphrodite business
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
me thinking bout our life our house and kids (yeah)
Every morning I look at you and smile
'Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down, knocked
mama
I'm still tryin' to get the answer why
You were young, 45, and you had to die
I'm always tryin' to help people out
And it's them same people
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
Yeah
We're going to the Grassfields
Uh
Oh
Oh
We're going to the Grassfields xtrGO
Showin off
Blowin up
Going up
Goin' off
That energy feel the heat
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown
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