Lyrics:
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
a coward
And take my life 'cause you got the power
Of the white man's gunpowder
'Cause you might face a gun tower
And time never run out
They take the fun
scrutiny
Dashing out of arena surrounded by security
And groupies roaming lobbies just ain't fun no more
They stalking as hobbies and I ain't gon' run no
bitch call me the plug
Word around town, they fucking wit D
Pimping hoes so I guess I'm pushing p
Playing with me, bodies gone get deceased
Sipping drank
hang out with all the boys.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get yourself clean
You can have a good meal
You can
roads
If a bear popped out, I promise that'd be not fun
I'm from the woods, I'm from the sticks
I'm from where they hide in the trees with a blick
They
jumping out of bed,
and bumped my head against the door.
By the time I was okay,
I heard that funny cry once more.
Woodpeckers from space (he he he
Swifta production (production, production)
(Production, production)
Nah, I don't wanna hurt no one
Chat about bars like guns, it's fun
I
and your bitching
Like e and p's last CD, you're out of business
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
distill
Lulled by the sound of the ring road in my little town
My rhyme illuminates the people who look grey
In the playground with the worst style
I
rollin' with me
Yeah, I'mma do it for the city
D Town open mics Killa's tacos rappin' gritty
Yeah, I'mma do it for the city
P Town Senior High ain't
to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie,
still moving right on by you
Waste your life, stuck inside
This depraved cesspool of a town
You're hating me, for chasing my dreams
While you're still out
i need some help
They putting a brother down
They kick him out his town
They load up all them rounds
They shooting up his town
Cant even go outside
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
the radio down
Sound like another pac or an O-Town
You can't have a contest or a show down
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound
Tecca Nina I'm
brothers straight out that N.M.T
No Mercy yea,
Please don’t come around with the P, L, E
P,L,E,X
And we always on the grind tryna see what’s next,
On me,
know ima g shout out to a-s-a-p rocky
I keep it on low I keep it discreet
If she want the meat she pay me a fee
Brand new car push start no key
get paid
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
you're totally fuked by the goldie lookin' chain
that's right, Raphael de la ghetto, he knows it
this is p xain fukin' keepin' it real, you knows it
care
ain't even fly and no S in your chest too
And you are planning coup and they want to arrest you
We be beast and we running your town oooo
Lori street
you're all alone
'Cause you just been hit by the Capricorn king
I rocked you gentle, I rocked you, me
I rocked you in and I rocked you out
You made me
you're all alone
'Cause you just been hit by the Capricorn king
I rocked you gentle, I rocked you, me
I rocked you in and I rocked you out
You made me
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