Lyrics:
and writin rhymes
I got these big ideas, droppin this album
But if someone shoots at the red light
What will be the outcome?
And you know what they say
Only
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
nowadays rappers come wit Gucci belts and face tats
So imma wear a Gucci suit wit a face mask
Red carpets, red eyes, and dead guys
That used to run this
Track Title - SEMPER FIRE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
the weekend, I’m gonna smoke some high grade
I walk on a red carpet, stained by the blood
of an angel with blue eyes!
Who the fuck can you blame? By
You will get hit by my Creshendo
You can't keep up with my Tempo
I will not leave you in Limbo
You know that you can't keep up with my tempo
You
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Ciągle czekam na wielki bum czy ten album coś zmieni w ogóle
Muszę w końcu zrobić szum na scenie się czuję jak w sushi ogórek
Im dłużej tu jestem tym
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
him to the clouds like an usher
You don't get the picture I'll paint it in red
You scared of the facts so you lie in your head
I do not blame you, you
Dj red alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must i'm number one
People still takin' rappin' for a joke
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
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