Lyrics:
to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks,
you know there's so much here in store
You gotta take what's yours and get up off the floor
Open up the door, and then fly to the sky
What's next for
kho zama u push rap kha radio
Ndi tshi bvesa na vhusiku ndi khou baisa zwipatilo
Ndi gotsha duvha lothe ndikho toda dzi phindulo
Ndi sa iti na ku cent
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
and my boys are top gunning
When I get to the door at the dance
There's a bit of a hassle so we gotta run in
You see them gyal in the corner?
It's my tune
keep the cooler kit
I don't need nobody in this bitch confusing shit
Playing my song on the radio
I been making these hit you need to play your role
Mr.
even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I
cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em' skyward uh
groove works
Yeah the truth hurts, still
Had to make it up to Kathmandu
See the light get burned scoop facts and move
In a new direction contemplating new
Given you the whole thing, they got 3/5ths
And we thinking that's enough They just gotta work for it
Why they still fighting
We just wanna
Unify
We want
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
into that five story building
I tell you five stories before it happens
And then I get it cracking
These guys are lying
They go together like raw meat
stacking meal tickets
Gotta close another deal that's how I still get it
Full commission, Pitchin promo shit to get your wheels spinning
Blowing up your
hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
wings and I'm flying away
Generous n given is how I remember but now it's just all for the taken
If you gotta do wrong by all any means I'd highly advise
somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?
me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
girl...gotta let me know, what your heart is feelin'
It's the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walk
Gotta be the one you want, after the show baby
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
personal best
So feel the after birth defects burst through your chest
And live happily ever after how worse can it get?
Déterminé, attention où tu mets ton
One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy
go round like we sharing the cents
Like Mary go round Not rolling a spliff
I'm tryna get it by the 1st and the 5th
So let me tell what the shit really
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