Lyrics:
Girl put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go
put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your head down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead,
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record
gettin' paralyzed
I don't want to hear no alibi's, don't apologize
ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs' in your eyes!
The bass in your face, like you ditch
that they feeling our s***
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it for sure
Time goes by, in your
ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I
by them don’t give a fuck about my gen-
Eration you aint my mate like yerba lemon elation
Patience is the key when writing these poems
Make it sure its
can't stop 'em when them shells is popping
Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching
At all times, put it all on the line
Without a care
sepia-toned
And record players were something
You were keeping your home
Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq was known
The exemplary performance,
go dey by your side
me and you na together
(its C-city Records CCR)
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
Spending money, spending time
As this world spins around
Broken record, spin the night
Simmer down work with me now
Spending money, spending time
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
What your pockets like?
Put it out and get it right
I bought my dope by bag
I ain't runnin' out tonight
Where your money at nigga?
Where your money
get a case man
I got the gun with me
But you don't get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a
Nike sign on your face
I put
get a case man
I got the gun with me
But you don't get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a
Nike sign on your face
I put
strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it
the more they seem to change
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire
the more they seem to change
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire
the more they seem to change
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire
Every time that we coming through
One, two, three in the place to be
Put your hands up high if you fucking with me
One, two, three in the place to be
arms, rip 'em out the sockets and separate 'em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don't matter, I still write a better record than yours without
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
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