Lyrics:
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
wrote
But i wrote rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows i got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
blow
Better spit on that shit, make it sloppy, oh
Stop playin', toot it up
Don't mix the violence, I'm beatin' it up
Go straight bananas in the yaya
Act
gotta be a lie 'cause it just bought me a house
It just gave me a deal, I'm just 'bout to come out
Shit, I just got my budget and I don't know what they
the fit and boy I'm athletic you'll only be out for a bit
Like Nigga don't run don't trip
You'll get dismissed by this shit coming off of the hip
And if I
dripping they see me I'm way to fly I'm sipping I'm tripping I'm way to high
I don't like what you on and the way you lie
Bitch gave up the drop that's
motion (it does)
That's how you blow up no secret just don't slow up (nah)
Part of success is just making sure that you show up (you there)
How you gonna
here now
New goals baby it's a new year now
New sound give em something they can hear now
Don't stand around look around you who you dancing with
By
I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood
the mix like Obama
I smoke and I drink when I wanna
If we kick it don't forget the dutches (Why?)
'Cause we boutta pack it with ganja
Chicago my city, I
these women by the dozens
Aye fuck around and imma even snatch yo cousin
Look, face down baby ass up
U see I like an attitude I tell her act up
And if
Girl you so damn fly
The way you blow my mind
Every time I walk up behind I aint got no time to lie
My favorite lullaby
Apple of my eye, you my dime,
come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
Niggas they wellin' they just don't know
It be LL and 83rd rockin' the show
Now niggas they front, they just
the honey's
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
Every thing full circle, Game livin' major
Girls on my hip like
getting bait that shit don't matter
Her ass on fat cah I make it fatter
I can't lie she bad
But she bad
But she bad so I flick it again
Try tell shawty now
Tell me how you feel, don't lie
But everybody shows a different side
Everybody got somethin' to hide
For me that is fine
Just thinkin' about mine
But if
tatted (Tatted, Tatted)
If you a fan go fanatic
Hips not lying like Shakira
She knows she sees yeah
Then she winds her body slow
(Makes ya believe it)
Then
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
walk is big-boss don’t have to try
You compliment me you’re by my side
Up and down you love to ride
You’re my drug in the middle of the night
Want some
[Fabolous]
Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow
Hype on the mic when I rap
Bass in ya face n it slap
Lemme show you how to rap
Facts on da wax when I rap
That shit is wack
No cap
Lemme show you
Now I ain't trying to be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded
But Too Short made me laugh, like a hypocrite I
turtle
How did she learn
She say by herself
Live with a chick
You never by yourself
She say do you mix cos I'm bi-myself
Shorty I don't do that I
.jpg/200px-Wyclefjean2_(300dpi).jpg "Wyclef Jean")
Discuss these hips dont lie wyclef mix show mix by shakira Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In