Lyrics:
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
hands,
Mr Worldwide,
Redone,
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez,
Dale
We don't believe in defeat,
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi
hands
Mr Worldwide
Redone
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez
Dale
We don't believe in defeat
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi Jenny,
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
RED LIGHT RUN
Music & Lyrics by: Michael Grant
© Michael Grant Music (ASCAP)
She got her black dress on
Shades down tight
She got a broken heart
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
the old cemetary there's a place where
evil death live the sun nevers shines and the devil
walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with (Red Dirt Road)
a blood-stained crown.
Utter chaos supreme.
The sand absords the colour of dawn.
Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.]
The years went by under a blood-red
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
alone
When the first lightning shines
Rearrange all headlines
Three colours, colours in your head
Red and white and blue
Thank you for your oath
They
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
You want to get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads
callin'
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
yourself
(Yeah)
I'll be right your side
And I'll be beaming with pride
So just as long you tried
know you aint by yourself
Verse 3
The stronger the roots
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack
stop burning
But I'm learning
It feels like an elephant sat on my chest, spit three or four words out
A minute at best
Yet everyone else seems to have
red colour and stitched in silver thread
The words she lives by: Let's Make Britain Great Again
She had a UKIP badge in her lapel
A "Free Tommy!"
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
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