Lyrics:
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
dream about the money
But I do dream of living
9-5 just ain't my style
So I mix, master, compile
All of my thoughts on to a track
And then I look up
no moe
Ion mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
Lambo
" so I went and bought one
That 2016 Huracán gon' look hella
Good on my independent ass
Own all my own masters
No teardrops on my Dre Beats
the flav, getting more rich than Bay
I say, this Master jam more than Jay
And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
Can't do us, knock your teeth out
cry so selfishly sometimes
I cry because I'm scared and I don't know what to do
It's true, what a fool I am
A primal idiot, a master of none
Looking
and laughter
Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have
no paying 'em back, for real
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
to combust
Dust crumbles with a touch
I tuck thrust-ables
Lust over luck, untouchable
Trust the gut like what lovers do
Now I'm backed by a pack of thieves
You
I just staged a coup
I'm upstaging you
Found my way out the maze outamazing you
Mix my pain to suit
Whoever you claim to just master my latest move
came back to win, I just Pat Mahomes'd you
Did this by myself, yeah, so I don’t even need them
I write, produce, mix, and master, where do I begin?
So if
on the way your life shown.
Booyaa!
How I'm jumpin' your bones
like a Grand
Master in a Flash.
Put out your cigarette
and rest your tired ash.
All I wanna do
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
I never do drugs nawet jak ktoś mi je zaoferuje
I hop on the track bo wspieram swoją pierdoloną grupę
Am not gonna lie zarabianie zawsze bywa trudne
[Chorus]
Break backs, make tracks, take acts and wax a nigga
That lacks take gats tap at the trigga
D.M.C. you see I got a little bigga
Jam Master Jay
What must I do
I must say
Yeah
When ya
Fly
When ya
Fly
Making obvious tracks
And obvious raps
So down bad
I bash my head on the dash
I can’t be
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what mix and match
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what’s this an that
Too fly
Barely even getting by
All you
we fuck on
The dresser I hit
It so raw I did not take my measures
(Good Good) Good weed codeine mix
That together chase your dreams
Got loud got white
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
cre you ready for the mix track
Ready get by
Mister C upon the mic
Y'about to get high
I've been sparing on the blunts from the left to the right
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
master by his name
Just go away, or else we might put you in jail.
Sir
I beg you to let me in.
I came from a far distant place to see my dearest
Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade
Ship it the the stations in your jurisdiction
Others say I'm dope, and the others say I
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