Lyrics:
the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore
She's mighty tall
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
It's
thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I'm stressin' points and slammin' all the joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you know the bust
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
I call it a sequence
Talk to me nice, she talking so spicy
Yellow and toxic what I see
Starr and TLIVE, KD and Kyrie
Moving too fast skip a heart beat
Chop Pan Knock Turn
Lyrics by Starr Duncan Lowe
© 2023
Spoken Word
Relax all the inhibitions
So you can fly
High in the sky
Let no one
Let no one
I'm gone.
As recorded by Kay Starr.
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Remember back when you were here
The funny moments
Got jump scared by the hallway mirror
I'll never forget
Lost the tv remote in your hands
You came here from a distant shore
By your side a friend and an open smile
Coming over the mountains
on the winding road
You sit at my table
As your
Thank you
DEXTER:
Drink up, chap.
Ah, please don't eat that glass, my friend.
Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche.
MIKE:
No!
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
, you, you, you
Let's go, Starsky and Hutch man
Fire and Stick
Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up
Yo, yo
[Fredro Starr]
I'm 'bout to hit
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
you're a real go getter
i'll wear the smile
oh so heavy
oh so heavy
cause i'm always running
to the great blue atlantic
my heart bleeds oceanic
this
Waterfall, a midnight monsoon in a moonlit tropical station
A million eyes in the African night, calling us in, now don't you be afraid
Blue whales
the glass, by the glass
Celine she my queen
Perfect smile when she laugh, when she laugh
Give you real love & she gave it right back
Give you real love and she
later when I came to
I didn't recognise the room
But by your sterilised smile I knew
Just how close I'd come
'Cause you don't have to go to Monaco
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
It's
and goes
It don't stand by (Nah)
Love it how you keep it real
And that's how I feel (Yeh)
She call me chi-town
Cause my words give her chills (Yeh)
[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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