Lyrics:
a zima.
Roll around the club forty times in ya beamer.
Lease by ya moms watch the don flow like water.
Next week you scrape to buy pampers for your
new boots
Slick hair to the side, little 'tache
And he walks with a limp
He talks with a sort of distorted lisp
Leon's on his feet, staying hidden
compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
Whenever you empty your grip, dip
And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is
No one saw, nothin' at all
No law was there to fight
All dressed down
Walkin' out in the California night
"Hey kid come along, something is
like you're 'posed to be
Girl, give MC nose to me, let him pay rent and buy groceries
Let that man play step daddy and take care of them kids
If he knew
piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder
Heat mizer, to all you competitors
You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
Return of the predator, let
nothin offend ya
And we’ll be touching new heights when we step in December
Blessings
I’m in love with the progression
Put myself first and there ain’t no
bond
I'm reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
What up
I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
And I'mma transport to a braisol and drop
brain is feeling new dude, good mood
These is lyrics that you gotta chew dude
Like good food
Music is magic that is true dude, no voodoo
My favorite
to 'em) keep my royalties to myself
I just mind my business
I just love to be by myself
Proud of how I'm livin'
Put some racks up for my son
'cause he gon'
that of a giraffe, but you still had the head of a little kid?
What if your legs were so long one step was a mile?
Would you be stoked or just always
are just pixels
And DNA's coding that's activated by light and then crystallizes within you
64 codons
Six plus four like the bits in my tendo I play
The preview is solely to be viewed by only
The few mackaronies, a lotta new clonies
Cold got phoney for them Grammy's and them Tony's
That's how you know
to bring heaven
Down for the kids going through hell
Yeah, we gon' make it
I don't care what the world's been saying
It's time to step up, not cave in
Rock you tonight
Oooh...that's by myself!
Step up, my jått!
Respect...in every aspect
Oooo...power!
C'mon now!
Mom told me not to play with my thong
So how you make it?
Surrounded by niggas who hate to love you
(Damn) you gotta be strong
Takes brawn to break the bubble
Shake the rubble
You not
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
want to run
Bad energy stay from me
Fake niggas make me uncomfortable
Go tell 'dem boy deh step aside
Can't you see the gangsters by my side?
Why's
my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps
We stretch
talk(you dirty dirty)
Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty)
verse 1
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And you can tell by the way I spit it out
jad
To jest Pierwszy Milion New Kids On The Block
Mogę przeżyć wszystko zmienić świat
Pieprzyć fart słabi polegają na farcie
Mój hajs sam wyrwę z gardła
Just the other day, I was pissin' out some toxins
When the cops rolled by
I gotta take it on the block again
Sendin' letters included
As a child offender
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