Lyrics:
to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this
Dade County, let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listen
you're going through
Being surrounded by friends of privilege
Who don't get it
When we're in a world where
A lot of faces don't look like us
So I
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
just a distraction
Makin' moves, we gonna move right past 'em (Ooh)
Yeah, I gotta get that bag by any means, oh (By any means)
I'm gonna get you played
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
know what I mean
Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid
We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas
Stack chips and make some money up
Smith
Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters (Pope Tone?) Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out,
had the strap
And was down to shoot a movie since the pikin den can act
But we don't act we just react
Y'all put it in the air
We'll put it in ya ear
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Ya know what I mean? We get down, we get down
to power through it
c year ago I was struggling, wondering how to do this
Now my album's moving, doing everything on my to-do list
'Bout to live all my
everybody wants to do it like me
No you don't do it like me
Nah, no we ain't the same
You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again
Boy Better Know, were
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
Roses are red, violets are blue
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that
anticipation
That feelin' that people can't wait to hear your album playing
The day that it drops, patiently waitin' to hear the Villain
I be gettin' goosebumps
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
ain't trying to bash but it was like you was off your schedule
You was throwing more than jabs, I was like, "This nigga's incredible"
We had to fucking
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
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