Lyrics:
dem still dey talk
Me i'm everywhere like say I teleport
Shoutout to the fans that steady show me love
We'll be side by side when we sitting on the top
a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I'm prolly' out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna' I get 'em from ten
(Yea)
I just bought
a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I'm prolly' out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna' I get 'em from ten
(Yea)
I just bought
I was born down in Texas, but Atlanta where I'm made
I'm a East Atlanta nigga, boy that's just where I stay
I'm a A-Town nigga 'til the day that I
just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear
back
I ain’t gon’ shoot’cha, I’ma sue your ass!
Cuz the truth is in the hip-hop
Whether you do east, west, north, south,
Harlem Shake, Gangsta Walk,
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even
blazin', amazin'
One love to the Harlem Foundation
We be gettin' down, you can tell my town nathin'
About money makin', tired of all these clown niggaz
guillotine
Not like Bobbit
When you bobbin
Left you hobbling
Had you goblin
Like October and November
By December
She was a water bender
Love tender
Force MDs
sad, you kissing ass, to get some shine, but it won’t last,
The last thing the East needs is beef with each other,
You say it’s all love but we hating
Talk to your neighbor make en cash out
(cash out)
Did you know?
That your offering have a voice
Did you know by faith your offering can be well
Girls
by Dizzee Rascal
Album : Showtime
Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal.
Yo, walkin through
through my voice.
I rejoice, giving the lord glory.
Gives me peace, fills me with joy.
Fills me up with so much love.
Through my prayers, through
love
But I can't open up I'm smoking one up
I can't waste my talent I'm not giving up
No I couldn't give a fuck if you rate me or hate me or love me
love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favella, los colores
The streets
a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women 'cause I love my momma
These cats be giving us praise but it
side to East side, we ride
No top, gettin' dome, gettin' blown while I breeze by
Watch look like I'm tryna freeze time
Drippin' water like I deep-sea
thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee
Roll to Zulu, let the joyful noise rise Lift up your voice, lift it to the skies
Every nation, every tribe, come along Serve the Lord with a heart so
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Mama love
For my momma
For my momma loveeee
Yo
Peace queen
Rolex on the east wing
Presidential suite
When you gonna be king
Life is like a beach
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
on the voice notes
Short story done I guess she hears of the crashes
Scratches and bruises on a merciful day at practice
My guy is not giving up, he swears
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