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cover
Island lover
To kiss and caress her under cover

She cannot take it no more she's got one foot trough the door
Need some time by herself she
[Angie Stone]
Ooh-ooh (uh mm)
(mmm) Ooh-ooh (uh mm, keep your)
Yeah yeah, my brother Guru
And Angie Stone (ooooooh-oooooh)
And DJ Scratch (yeah
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
Yo (yeah) yo yo nigga
Rip that, rip that baby see'mon let's go

[Angie Martinez]
Headlines read, "DJ gets wreck to the beat"
Now here come
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
guy
This guy don't play this guy

because this guy got the record before that guy
DJ, This is bigger than DJ That - and all that bullshit
Niggaz -
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..

[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
it's a real mother for ya, yeah
Make you wanna run for cover, yes, babe
And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord, it's a real mother for ya, yeah,
with DJ Alladin 
Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover 
I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don 
All my yapes I would pay for a mix
[KRS-One]
Who was the first to flash the heat on the cover?
Who was the first crew to go against another?
Who was the first to go acapella
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
under cover of darkness he made his way
To the middle of the municipal park
& he hid in the bushes & waited for somebody to come
Walkin' along by
the motherfuckers at the par-ty 

Two for the DJ's bumpin this for me 

Three for the girls with the fake ID 

and a pound if you snuck through the back for
[Donte]
I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
Sensei (& DJ Kaos) ]
Look at the records in this store, know the faces and the names
All the places that they come from and staked it as their claim
And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug

It's the untameable, nonflammable
of playing
These cats try hard but don't hear what I'm saying
Run for cover, if you're on the wall then get off it
Get this thing shaking like a mosh pit
forget what goes up gotta come down

(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change 
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
nigga

The Black car the white collar covers all the bullet holes in the government yard
Try to hold on pray for the dawn but this time the nights are