Lyrics:
any minute
(Any minute bow bow)
We so endless (we so endless)
See the vision (see the vision)
They killed me once
Then raised me up
I got on out
is conceited
If the music got a rhythm that's overpowered by mеaning
You either get zеro listens or loving up to the ceiling
But never fall young
they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Is where
on Voss
All of my bitches is exotic, she fuck with a boss she exotic
My b¡tch exotic huh, she call me zaddy huh
Come my party huh, don't tell nobody huh
Lil
, to the beat, all
Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
H-h-h-hey, we gonna do a little something like this I say
I'm the rap promoter, I
right
And my name is the Biz Markie
And we gon' rock a little something like this
One, two, whatcha gonna do?
I say yes, yes y'all, to the beat, all
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got
know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]
[Ice-T]
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more
I go, got my bro with the smoke
Yeah, man, we all need a friend like mine
Dem man know that I spun the remix
Tried put faith in the non-believers
by you
I'm talking to all the motherfucking coward cops
My stomach hurts every time I hear one of my people got shot
And you wonder why the fuck we
by that
That day I told you that was how I wanted me and my brothers to be and me and my niggas to be
And then we went to this little private party
Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies.
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston. Betsy Ross
organized a sewing circle. Paul Revere had a horse race.
And a little
What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind
And bangers with Jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
Garrett (Drip)
Get your ass kicked, like a bass drum, all your problems, gotta face ‘em
Get snapped by the clip (*gun cock*), Get snapped by the (*gun
to use you all as my stepping stones
It was never the same, and it's bothered me since
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
Got in trouble with the federals
Drive by your party had take a break
Put your bitch in the whip
Then i get away
Dragonboy all out everyday
Never gave
quick while I'm pushing the written
You truly a critic, but never can hit it
I toke all the time, and nobody can get it
Nobody been living the way that
on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Every time you listen to the radio
All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters
rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin'
We rock from the floor up to the ceilin'
We groove it,
rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin'
We rock from the floor up to the ceilin'
We groove it,
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