Lyrics:
dance
We flying to London then landing in France
Big blue hundreds they busting out the pants
You talking too much just missed yo chance
Murder a nigga
fault
And now door opened
And no more dope
And now go fall for that
Ugh hold up
I am eating my ramen with wrap
And they want the chance to tap
While
the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
on
KID from the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
Go
I gotta shout out the Lo
Ran down caught billy no goat
Pop out yo city no tour
Uh
Blowing that big dope indoor free don't need no
Smoke
I'll get
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
till I get suck sex so good
The big bad wolf walking home little riding hood
But the nights not done
There's lots more fun
She invites me in
I'm in
high, with the big guy I'm not alone
Playa's joanin' make suckas hot, keep on tossin' stumblin' blocks
I know evilness will not stop and still Flizy will
looked in her eyes
Swore I could give her one more chance to come around
But she wore me down
And I, I'm kneeling at the altar
Treading holy water
And I
Just give it 10 more years we'll see who rings a bell
A decade plus and I'm not cappin' when I'm sayin
I got chance of being great like being great buys
the storm
And I should know by now
I should know by now
I hear them call it out all around
Oh, they go
There's nothing to believe in
Hear them,
Just
no more (Never) )
(You took a chance, you held my hand)
And we transcended through 3rd dimension
I sail the seas of you and me
Oceans of blue, oceans
People and Places (The Big Guns) - This is a much more complex song than most of the others, in terms of its subject matter. I am reflecting
can't do what I do
Every year something new that's boss like tradition
Meet with the mayor in the mornin'
No more cookin' in kitchens
Yeah, that's
fuckin wit Ru countin big cheese
You fuckin wit me
Stay reppin that land taking big chances to advance sir
But I had to cut some of the crew off cuz they
No diamonds in my mouth on my old I.D
Every time I go out, gotta show my teeth
Big dog by myself, bitch, I hold my leash
I'ma say what I'ma say,
the way from the Windy City
He go by the name of Phaze, Streethop Records
And introducing Ms. Monique Wilson yaw'll, give it up for her.
What if I told you
The whole world got my attitude I nearly blew it all
I find it a real big struggle gettin through ot all
I swear I didn't want to listen cause I sure didn't
lay down (just calm down) (woo)
I got the big beat (aha ha ha)
I hear the sound (yeah)
I got the big beat, (Dizzee Rascal)
I get on down (rolling
lay down (just calm down) (woo)
I got the big beat (aha ha ha)
I hear the sound (yeah)
I got the big beat, (Dizzee Rascal)
I get on down (rolling
and what I'm supposed to see
Please I need you to help me understand
Can you give me, one more chance, to show what I am
But I don't know if I can make
before
Said we don’t believe in
Second chances though
Could we break a promise
One more couldn’t hurt
Take a picture of it
Then have our just desserts
of them all
One lie, two lie, three lie, four
Give him the chance, he's gonna lie some more
Seven lie, eight lie, nine lie, ten
Everybody knows how this
ain't doing nothing to the other person
I don't even feel that shit
You know what I'm saying?
I really need more haters
Talking to the ones in the back
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