Lyrics:
the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto
I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
I bring tears
Where you can leave with no trace
I decide when I wanna be nice
With the words I spit I fight like I'm Mike Tyson
It's a free-for-all in this world
I
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Ladies and gentlemen
we on some positive
vibe tonight
Sometimes you need to
get your mind off all
that hardcore take yourself
back to where it all
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
I'm hard
Just that iv seen your vision
A million thugs in prison would
Die for my position
They get there so frequent
For various reasons
When we're
The time to chase after your dreams is right here
Don’t wait for a miracle to appear
I promise you my words are sincere
Ignore the people who don’t believe
a
Scene me and you
Maitre'd yo, do somethin smooth for us
Kick the R&B or, jazz with a smooth chorus
And as the music plays is everything OK?
Yes honey?
from the Peas
Moving high velocity, no time to freeze
(Music, please)
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on the watch
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
that you're likin' the flow
But it's only so you could know that
God I'm writing it for let's go
After the show, after the set
After the music
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
Or whoever you're talking to, Tesla - whoever you're talking to
Problems of the future can be solved by mankind because you create them
And you have
up on they neck that's on my life I can't relax
I'm bout the cash, where the bag?
You ain't got it, where the back door
Looking for the back door
used to say keep your head up, always think positive
and never be ashamed of who you are or where you live
Teenage years I had to struggle doing
all by my lonely I'm makin' the calls like a ref
Keep to myself on occasion but you know I'm in the booth
Where I be
You cannot say eight hundred
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
beggin' for an hour to sleep
Although my bloodshot whites and irises, they never find any
Clock stops at times where the sunshine can blind many
the beautiful features
Ng'khuluma ngenzalabantu Somandla ubagcine
They carry us for 9 months , nom' umthwalo ubasinda
Uvuk' ek'seni, ngo 4/5 pm yi supper
You're
they're safe by me, this is no safari
Now I'm holding their hand, held accountable for failure realizing
Sunshine and moonshine pass, hold 'em hostage
live by
Words that I jot go faster as the pen glides
Across on the paper then into your headset
Destined for greatness, until then I won't rest
Got hope
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
Or maybe three, four, or even five times
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