Lyrics:
I don’t really be knowing
All the new steps
But I might come through with a two-step
Catch me grooving with the crew
In a crew neck
Living real smooth
unavailable ae
Bass de tu shaad
Pyar te vishwas tera
Tera kol ei rakh
[Verse 1 - Sky 38]
Khulle portal
Jad rhyme pattern laike aawa
Thordi jo jo peeli ae
'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
if you want to battle, I'm down
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
Freeze, at ease
Now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
It's Snoop
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Warp seven
Just radiating hot
Warp 8
I brush her hair to the side
When her lips touch mine
That's warp 9
People say you need a spaceship with fresh
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press
joints in now I'm feeling activated
One, two, don't ever cross that foo
Three, four, he go by the code
Five, six, he got you on them scripts
Seven, eight,
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
your bass, got weight like an anvil
Damn, 7's bringing that doom
Fuckin' with your brain
It's a poisonous drug
I'm deadly, now bitch you smellin' me?
off beats
And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2:2 in finance
Eating pasta on my lunch break
While I'm scribbling my rhymes
And picture me,
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
that from 7
I gotta chain
But I ain’t ever change if you knew me back then
Well shit I’m still the same
Cause I’m just a young man
Who’s doing all I can
Yeah
American and European national champion
cool Keith you know who I am
The master man Willie Biggs big status
Droppin nine six
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
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