Lyrics:
doesnt move
Im gonnna bust it loose im gonna let em know
You gotta move or get
Swallowed by the undertow!
Ive got a new point of view that 100 proof
Ive
Over this, over that
New bitch, new bag
Drop the top, do the dash
New whip, so fast
I get brain, you a stain
Out the mud, out the rain
Out the Range,
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
forty five, I arrive at the studio
Get myself a cup of coffee
Put myself behind the desk and put on my sampling
Make some new tracks
Lunch time go
days I would give a call and they won't pick up
Now they all blowing my jack wonder what switched up
Live by the code then you die by it simple and plain
and rainy day
Scared by the creatures, brought up from the ground
Jack went of running, but Alex stood his ground
He raised the dead!
He brought them back!
Why would you tell me you love me if you didn't mean it
My dawg tried to tell me sooner I should've seen it
Distracted by the pussy cause I was
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
[Chorus: Ludacris + Shawnna]
[Ludacris]
Go on with your big
and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin
Chorus)
Hot liquor stone jack
Bitter toothless flesh
Shabby pimple chin-slime
Evil milky rash
Me and Harpua
Spastic dead-eyed hound
Oozing dreadlock
sites
And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore
Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)
I take you to a new realm
Levitating above the norm anticipating
bweha mbuga
We're the new breed and we really don’t care
Bweha mbuga bweha mbuga
We're the new breed, we're the new breed
Bweha mbuga bweha mbuga
Fist in
degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark
to catch on for us was nothing new
By the time the torch was passed and the hatchet was laid down
Music Row had nearly burned to ash
When country came
some motherfucking lyrics
What up nigga, what?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha
I got you, nigga
I'll rip mics on site, you know the type
New jack
(that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment
Cause I'm the cream
a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment
Nature's back for)
(Brothers and sisters!)
(R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ound)
(Ugh, ugh)
Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor
It's a new day to play
Faster
Faster
Hit the gas quick go faster (fast, fast)
Make a left, drift go faster (last dash)
Money bags thick count faster (cash bags)
Jack
That’s my job, tell em stop
Keep your demons in the loop, tell em call me if they want
Yeah you’re gone, off that Jack and that John
No it’s not for
of chance
Ruled by the rich
Ruled by the rich
Ruled by the rich
Not me
There's a new King rising
And you don't get a say
About the new regime
The old days
was Rahzel
Back so soon the rap platoon the black moon has returned to flash the news
So fetch the crew, you bet it's true, exceptional
No long time
I’m the man for ya, so let me show you what a man suppose do ya,
Show you something different something Really new to you
You so bad
We go all night
say
By the way you're so two faced
Harvey Dent is your new name
By the way you're so two faced
Harvey Dent is your new name
You think you're real, but
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