Lyrics:
mai chalte hai leke hum chaati
Back in UAE, no mic and no lady, pressure was crazy to deliver
I was no swayze, xams finished lately, had to rhyme this
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
have my photo
Run in their room hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MC's
You can't rock the kid, so go cut
Somewhere Dude; Ho!)
I Know That Out There Theres A Few
(Put Ya Hands Up Ladies; Yea Man)
See I've Been Searching I Don't What To Do
Can You Help Me?
(Uh)
She
(Hook)
Geddi wth the boys in a 4X4
Note rkhe jeb mai do by do (2x2)
We pull up in the club kehte oh my god
Chda hu mai stage pe i shoot my shot
for this fake love
I'm a bad boy but I still Dey go church
Hum
They wan still stop my shine
While I'm still on my grind
Hum hum hum
Been through hell
majdoori pasand ho ya majburi
Leke gharse vo duri nibhata puri apni duty
Kabhi dekha lady feminist jo karti h ye duty
Bas Change hore tere clothes change
Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy
Hath me white lady
Swift me full geddi
rukaya cop ne
Wo kuch bol pate
Speed thi 180 tod diye toll naake
Coming from the Pink City hum hain underdawg
dancing
Yeah you got it right boy
I’m coming up all night boy
It’s Lion and Aylin, boy
I’m lady but I’m dancing like a ho
Yeah you got it right boy
I’m
Maybe By…Herrol Dacres/ Donchez Dacres
Boy me ah tell you youh noh
This lady ah take some convincing youh noh
She nice though still
Hooboyh
I met
[Ratcliffe]
The gold of Cortes
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
Ladies and Gentlemen
Biz Markie
Yes y'all and to the funky beat and
Every time you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin'
The B-I-Z will wreck it,
him know)
infinity to infinity (You ain't a bitch or a ho)
U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity (You gotta let him know)
[Hook] ×2
Kuch halaat, the khilaf
Per banden dhid, hum Sarfire
cur likhte shatir,
Ittefaq
Ittefaq
Ittefaq Se he aaj,
Real sath, khudpe naaz
ain't Buster Douglass
'Cause the roughest with the gun, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
OK now ladies (Yeah)
If you know you bad (Yeah)
Don't need no man, got yo own bands, put up yo hands
If you a top notch bitch let me hear you holler
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
chicks that wanna get it in, for sure.
I'm takin' all the crazy ho's outta my lady mode,
I'm done with the oldies, nothin' but new shit in my radio.
A new way to sway, or should I say flow
To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho'
Now hold the O, and give me an intro
A kick
lady
It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy!
That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
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