Lyrics:
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
type
Is this what you like
JDM
You don't hear those pipes (those pipes, pipes)
She roll with me 'cause my game so tight
Just another one of those Hot
She be cooking in the kitchen, sauce it up like Italians
Down for the challenge, Whatever the style is
I wanna see you with your hair up, and get
[Kardinal Offishall]
Alright
Yo, I'm bust
I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo
My flow is like a cock block for your whole label
bound to cops my sounds a hot round of shots
Bounce and drop crowd the spot out the shop out of stock
Strict business sittin' back at your place
Beside
shorty could get down (uh-wow)
Conversations Amazing
In my 4, shorty's in heavy rotation (for sure)
Thinking to myself like, this is the one
Broke her
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
and onions by the Nile
Ooh what breath for dining out in style
Ooh, my life's on the skids
Building the pyramids
Well there's nothing do but travel
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
Salt and pepper, hot sauce in my noodles
Mama
shit
Lift off rounds and jet quick
This piece is gettin heated
Cause a rush, a stampedin
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
Chorus
Verse
school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's
it to the roof top
Coming from da basement
Success is in da air
I could almost taste it
Erbody rap
Not wit my style
Had to switch it up
Jus to find my
And the Nikes on my feet that is all I need
So come on, watch my style and just listen to me
Summertime is the season that makes me feel free
With the Ray-Ban
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
gone
Cos life in Gidi , it be like evil forest
If you add to me stress, to react is compulsory
We on road for this doe oo ooo oo
I got foes, still got
the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun,
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire
The sound of silence vers' the sound of War
Echo death shock-renegade
Crooked cynic tyrant
Your ignorant
I'm liquid
I'm liquid
I'm liquid
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By Kweli to Nas, styles be droppin’ they jaws
I’m liquid,
in the club
Where you at huh?
Big Willie Style when your dogs play the back
I like the fact that you're so low-key
But play it any lower and you
Rippin Dippin, drunk it up yo!!"
I'll take it a part!
Talking about culture, what do you know more about the future?
Style is more for sale. Attitude, you
falling so hot a nigger got me crib walking
I'm from the suburbs but it's that good you make a good girl wanna get to the hood
You make me say
You make
on top you niggas drops
Drip? Is it a Cop Or Drop
Lit Up the spot
Niggas know I'm the cream of the crop
No Gunna I'm hot
Not on cocaine but you know how I
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