Lyrics:
gbo t’oko
Aya rere ni
Chorus:
Rò’fó f’oko re
Se’be f’oko re
Ro’fo f’ololufe re
K’e fi ‘fe han ‘ra yin
(Repeat)
Solo:
Iyawo mi—
Se’be fun mi o
T’o ba
Lock me up and throw away the key
If loving you was a crime me get L I F E
Me love this girl yea yea
This girl be my whole world
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
Hit you so hard you're Uber got to be a spaceship
I rhyme so smart like a Harvard education
Where the rhythm and flows are the classes that I'm taken
For my wife If she wasn't by side
I wouldn't feel so
A.L.I.V.E
I'm alive I'm alive
A.L.I.V.E
I'm alive I'm alive
A.L.I.V.E
A.L.I.V.E
A.L.I.V.E
I'm alive
etc
Up, up and away, yeah
Woo-ooo
Hey music lover
L-O-V-E-R across the nation
What a G-double-O-D vibration
Hey music lover, yeah, yeah
I'm happy you all are alive
It's all about the, it's all about the
G O O D V I B E S
It's all about the good vibes not about me
It's all about the uh,
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q are S E X E D U C A T I O N
[Chorus until fade]
.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
here's the outcome:
Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb
Don't get involved, unless you're willing
To risk murder by mic when they're illing
You gotta
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
gave you things I didn't give to you
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out
Everything is changed it's not the same
You and I play another game.
From the L to the O to the V to the E
That's how it's gonna be
Everything I know side up
just friends
You the H O M I E
That's all you're getting from me
You can be the S L I M E
And that's all your gonna see
Like that 90s show that you see
the Lord o
Woow oh oh e ye na nana whoo whoo whoo whoo oh oh oh han han han
Make you live am for God o
Show it to God o
Oga za gi oga eme ya
Oga eme ya you
Be what you be - be
Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
You're in a place where the nights are hot
Be what you be - be
Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
You're in a place where the nights are hot
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
Mi o le San tan
(Lai lai)
Oluwa șe mi na re a
(Emi na re)
Șe bę yin lę șe yi o u
You're my number one
(You're my number one now)
E p'emi mowa
(You
I-N-see niggas what's fucking with me?
are-you-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See
on the channel
I be steady rockin I be slaying in the flannel
L O V E
L I F E
Cause I be blowing up, I be causin hella tantrums
I got your girl bumping
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