Lyrics:
to go
I got a bunch of little things I need to fix
My savior on the way back don't you forget
This world is over don't get caught up
In the mix
I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
and a bitch
Yeah
Aye
Keep all my real dawgs in this bitch
If they rock with Q and Quan it's best we keep them inna mix
Keep the locations we flying on the hush
Tell me how you feel bout this wave like the ocean
Tell me how you feel when I cause this commotion
Mix up my cup put in drive and devotion
Don't
Throwing punches all over the club
I'll take my shit back
King of this spot
I'ma lack if I'm not
Top 50 rappers
Rapping with accents
Paddling raps
When 12
Yo, I know everyone out there wanna know, "what the hell does this mean?"
Well, I don't know my damn self
Now what the hell does thoia thoing
Karate class we chopped
Them bricks
I ran through hoes on scholarship
Niggas should be rugs the way they lying
My powers come from Zion
The mile high club
track
And when you see me in the club, I'm surrounded by thugs
This finest shit is straight running through my blood
Feeling like a hot boy, nigga bling
your soul sucking
Bullshit can get to
Stumping
The other way
When we in the mix
It's SM
And I'm bumping
To a hundred and six
Degrees on top your head
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
dropped out, still mastered my classes
I mix and master my classics and let the streams bring the cash in
This some scary shit, poltergeist
Grew up, didn't
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
home, come on)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I, Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop, boo, and it don't stop
See money
Now we went every night,
i hit the club and find somethin' i like
somethin' it looks like it would fit just right
by my side and in my ride couse
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
Comic, fillin on pain killers, watchin good fellaz,
Dancin in the dungeon all by maself,
I say I think I'm goin crazy, thats a cry for help.
My phone dont
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
everyday bitch, just to get rich
I know how to stay out the way, but I'm just in the mix (Okay)
Them niggas talkin' out they face, they gon' meet they ditch
in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm bout to rock it
See my homie Short, layin' low-key
I
the player hate the game
I be in Liv, ace of spade
Fontainebleau got tanqueray
Gin and juice like ayy ay and im feeling the way that she say my name
Im a real
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy,
Smoke you like a joint
I'll take all your girls and I'll rock your boys
Everybody flocking 'cause I got the noise
I control my world you boys are not
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