Lyrics:
dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam
And you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I'm thankful I live in
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started,
Remember when we lived on Rolling Hills Lane
Out by the beat up tracks for the railroad train
And when I look back at all the memories it brings
I
You and I know that we got the power to fight back
With that whole heart feeling
I got the power and the punch like i'm Pacquiao
Step to me comin
old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe
Niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs
But nigga back up it's a Bone thing what,
Never taking no shorts or no
a combat
Chat shit
Spat lines
Spoil brat going "click clack"
Thinking I'm the next lil pump
Wait cut the beat
Give me a sentimental beat
That can get
like Matthew Mcconaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She loves
I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She
Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
"Nowadays, it's the ways of
The underground" -
Artifacts' "C'mon Wit Da Git Down"
"Bring it back that old New York
Rap" - KRS-One's "Bring It Back"
"The
it!
It's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere!
Bring, bring, bring that shit back (the wicked)
Bring that shit back
The wicked, Hellawicked
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock, you get
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
hills that have been passed by,
Well, they've seen their share of leavin' in their time.
Old familiar dirt roads wind through the piney glade,
Where
And I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't
the dust to bring some empty space back,
filling a long merch table with artifacts,
looking back to see if I could draw a map
that leads to now.
I remember
the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't want to hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill
Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
He dreamed
The chants that only serve to divide
The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust
Why should I give
that at every opportunity
Recognize nobody's hungry
I'll make you food to me!
So pass the Texas Pete
Watch me sex this beat
I spend my money wisely
No
With no crystals
I feel dead inside before the
Feel alive
Bring a missed joy that I can't describe
Life a journey simply a ride
I don't want much just
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