Lyrics:
heated
Hop on the wave and drown, my momma been Cartier bracelet down (momma)
Unh, face it down, dirty in my soda, I hate the brown (uh)
Hold it down
Over the hills and everywhere
I say go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by
Shut the door turn the lights out
Say anything to bring closure
Shut the door turn the lights out
Turn the page, burn it down
Shut the door turn
baby
Don't need to put no effort into it
I do this all with ease baby
And I don't entertain the gossiping
When we pulling up we shut it down
Whatever
* 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,
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
HalleluYah
I'll speed it up the tempo when YAH moves me to
Shut up and listen
Shut up and listen, yeah, check it
Righteous rap rhetoric in my
long till it's killed
There's a rose on the hill
What would you do to just make a bill
There's a rose on the hill
One survived but not long till it's
of misery
I wanna see you brought down to your knees
Shut up the devil is talking
Raise my fist to the sky to turn it gray
Blood flows through the forest
of this hill and how it came to be?
Let me tell you as we walk" did that Archbishop say to me
And it's whack fol-the-day, whack fol-the-day,
Up and down
of Rabbit Hill" by Murray Emerland
It's actually not an excerpt, it's the whole thing
Let me just find it here
It should be in here somewhere
Ah, here it is
the stirrer but never the shit, how does it feel?
(I'm begging you to shut the fuck up)
Niggas always got the most opinions when they assed out
(Shut
in the hills, trying to find my place.
Getting lost, getting tossed, getting found and clowned.
Every time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause
time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind,
of idiocracy
While we still have liberty
Shut it down
50 states united as one
But we still cant find a solution
Where have we gone
It seems that our
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
walk
To the top of the hill and down again
'round the bend page my broth from the old fruit stand
The phone ring rings yo it's me your big brotha
I
bed like Dru Hill
I'm John Wick when he don't take the blue pill
Life been like a movie, I can't help look like a star
Can't pronounce my name, then you
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It's so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real
(Oh he's for real)
He's for real
(It's so lovely sipping on bubbly)
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It's so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real
(Oh he's for real)
He's for real
(It's so lovely sipping on bubbly)
down, down
Shut it down nig**, I’m about to shut it down nig**
I’m about to shut it down, down, down, down, down
I’m about to shut it down, shut it down
a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it
to act now
Ya Kissin' ass then, ya just as bad now
I check ya ass then, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front and center, never back down
Who get
remember those days clearly
Cannot forget my roots,
Or when it really started
Savin Hill down by the beach
Grades one to eight were nuts,
Hijinx, pranks
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