Lyrics:
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr
And while you do that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
motherland
Am involved
Involved by birth
Why your people feel alright to be killing us
Why e be alright that nobody cares
Where did you ever hear that
They've
the heat
Coz we love it everytime you shine
RAP
I was sitting there minding mine
When you woke up decided to shine
I was holed up in my jams
But now I see
nose ring
Love it when yuh open up yuh throat fi mi stroke it
Chor
Chip a one part
9-5 cudda gimme dat cash
Dunce mi dunce so mi live Ina ee chop
Mr
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-B-E
defines Dres, d-are-e-s, no further ado
I charcoal, broil and foil more than any barbecue
In the breeze like Lenin, listen when IÆm beginning
In Nueva
the rest
(Bound, to fall in love)
Cut to the chase, I'm keeping it clean
Mr Sheen, you know what I mean
The way you smile, blush around me
Got those flowers
[Slick Rick]
It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at
Though I definitely
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
no wigs
“Mr. & Mrs. Smith”
But that’s a dream
She ain’t really on my team
She’s in love
With the idea of me
White like a dove
& she knows my money
Rhymes faster than a speeding bullet
Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Look, at the jam
Mr.Capone-E
That right you're my Lady
(You're my Lady)
All the time
By my side
[x3] (You're my Lady)
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
prolly somewhere meditating
On my own I ball like I'm Capone
In the ho I make a clone and then abort before it's born
No emotion in this poem but it's love
me
Mrs pusherman
Never sold rocks
But I'm selling these bars
Yeah
West Philly raised
Time flies by
Now I condo hop in Harlem
Watching clouds fly by
wap
[Verse 2]
Serious drills, no A&E
Cah they all died on the scene
Got left disabled like Mr. Bean
I wouldn't wanna be GSqueeze
How many turned
Or the conductor of the track muthafucka, that's E3
My love for the game (It's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House and Wu-Tang Clan in the house
Cop them
fell in love
Man I, yea, yea yea
É nóis que tá na fita agora, pode crê
Brasil crescendo, a gente tá aí para aparecer
Se você quiser colar com a gente,
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