Lyrics:
Take the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump, though
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
bad, sis" (my bad)
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh)
I'm a buy a Lambo' 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
Uh, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh, uh huh, uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, uh
What? What? What? What? Uh huh, uh huh
What? What? What? What? Shake ya booty now
(Rock,
the size of monkey fingers
And you know that I’m the coldest heard your album shit was bogus
Nighas say a lot shit the real ones flex by showing
Got some
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
Jay-Z Talking:
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all
every word out my lungs
I'm losin it, snappin' huh, this ain't just no rappin' uh
Back all the way back when you see that strap cause it go ra-tata-ta
You niggas clueless, huh
Damn, you niggas stupid, huh
Damn, you niggas knew this, huh
Damn, you niggas mad, uh
Cause I produced it, rapped it
I mixed
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
bitin' see the flash ()
Metal sparking when I press it
It like faulty braking pads (Uh, huh)
Face the fact, if we finna rumble
You ain't comin' back
heard, I heard
That I’m this yeah and I’m that
(uh huh, uh, huh)
Get my name out your trap homeboy
I heard, I heard, I heard, I heard
That I’m this yeah
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down (uh-huh)
I need my drum, bass, high hats
I need my snare, strings horn, yes
I need my
ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down (uh-huh)
I need my drum, bass, high hats
I need my snare, strings horn, yes
I need my
a version of you on the other side that you'll never get to with just sunny skies in view (facts facts facts)
Dark clouds plus inconvenience and God's grace
still love me or not (uh)
I tried to keep 'em from puttin' they hands on the stove when the oven was hot (uh)
This oughta be the best version of me when
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
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