Lyrics:
a rookie
But now I pull up by the kitchen and baking all of the cookies
I had to hit up J.T.S and get this track feeling boogie
And I've been here since day
the boogie down savior
Yeah homie get that weight up
Tell me is you prayin'
Ain't no time for wastin'
Full blown operation
Might as well embrace 'em
Cause they
Play that shit
Man, you already know what it is
Nigga in this bitch lit
Uh
And this beat got me turnt
My fingers smell kinda burnt
I make these
wanna fuck with the pretty gal from the boogie down
Fly as fuck with creative yearns
Asap Ferg
You heard
I didn’t come to play
Bitches dragging they
Miles down
under the
under the
under the underground
The murder mount
If you don't know somebody
You don't come around
The summer sound
6 x 9's
forgiveness
I never thought about Snitching
I know he a tell cause he brought up by business
I'm racing my thoughts and they winning
But they only up by
you just stopping through
Ok, let's go ok, let's go
Y'all don't want any of this
Score without any assists
Sound boogie down like the brothers, Kenny
Big smile like my mama
Window down blowing Zaza
I'll be back when you need me
Left my heart back in DC
Shake the room every step huh
And I boogie
stop when it's hot to me
Boogie down my philosophy
Killing shit period comma apostrophe
Trust me I say with all honesty
Really if you only took the time
mines held it down n tried to show me the path
That's why emotions get triggered with every line I deliver
Like a b when she quivers cause she's a cuming
Yo like Merry Christmas ya'll hahaha
Ugh yeah shout out to Obed
Man you're a legend bro
This that Christmas spirit I'm reflecting on my healing
I'm
the low
Bout to break it down, get your boogie on
Sell it by the ounce till we get it gone
And I ain't know that was a shorty
Till we took her home, took
chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In
You're six miles high but feelin' down
You wish you could be on the ground.
Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin' there
You're six miles high but feelin' down
You wish you could be on the ground.
Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin' there
a little better
And when they don't hear my voice, I get letters
'cause darken the beats is how I do grips
Make ya rap roast start a boogie and shake
I'm
[Intro: U-God]
Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker
I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
I be gettin' money since '88
My gun been going
a man doe
Creep by the police, rollin fo' deep
Playin low, cause I know they gon' stretch us if they catch us
Up to Chiffaro(?) and away we go
And I
Im racking my leaves
Halloween Women they either trick or treat
Boogie man niggas they either hide or they creep
Reap what I sow so I gotta go reap
I
Boogie down my borough nigga that X up
Niggas had time to swing nigga but I'm next up
I'm just tryna bring this home nigga That pressure
But a nigga
you, a nine-year-old girl?
I can step like Ginobili, handle the basketball
Lift the boogie-down mic up two hundred stories tall
Oh, these are the times
Oh lawd
Now think of the children
We gotta save them from the boogie man
But those kids can see right through you
You try to scare them but they
Gettin blowed with Lye-Doe now I'm delirious man
Thinkin curious thangs and my vision is strain
I know this fine as bitch by the name of maryjane
Once
Mookervart river
Kalideres boogie down
Downtown
We never sleep
We're a different breed
Ahh
Local boy with an attitude
I am
Still rollin' with my local crew
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