Lyrics:
Our love’s instrumental so let’s write a verse
We can take it fast or slow or turn the volume low
I promise I’ll be gentle, we’re instrumental
instrumentals
And i scribble every little thought im having with my pencil
While i barely get the therepy through microphones i vent through
And i turn the volume
Okay, I like this. Then end it with namanina namanina no need you need to
Aight, let's give this thing a shot... da da da da dadadada
Turn the volume up
economy
I'm built different
I'm made on guage
Blessings from jah
My anointing over flowing
I'm built different
A beast on cage
Inshallah
My arrival days are
heard an instrumental?
And we didn't have this rap shit all we had was metal?
You telling me if we couldn't shoot a ball
Our lives still got shooting
take a puff
A lot been going down
Now I'm moving out
Turn that volume up
Like my pack it's loud
San Diego California
Where yo money at
I just hit
keep these ropes around me, or take the blood out of my veins
I'll just pull the trigger back as the volume gets stronger
And it sounds like chains
E be
untouchable
You can't fuck with this style!
Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era! Funk Volume!
I said "Who want war?", mass killing MC's
I’m your Dada, nothing less
HAVIKK:
4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh..
Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block
Leavin do' holes with .44's and 20-gauge
The reason
For livin
Should I do it mellow
Or go hard on a instrumental
Tear the beat up
Like I don't know how to rhyme gentle
Be easy
We tryin to put out this
Bimbo
Jim Reeves
Great Country Hits Volume 1&2
RCA
Bimbo, Bimbo
Where you going to go e o,
Bimbo, Bimbo
What you going to do e o.
Bimbo,
Sitting, Trying to listen but your Volume's too low
I'm trying to turn you up, so I can feel just where to go
Sliding in your city, leaving whispers
(Wooo)
I get it from my Roots (Shape It)
But I added the Bounce (Shape It)
Turn the Volume up (Shape It)
Now funk it out (Wooo)
Instrumental (Outro
Bimbo
Jim Reeves
Great Country Hits Volume 1&2
RCA
Bimbo, Bimbo
Where you going to go e o,
Bimbo, Bimbo
What you going to do e o.
Bimbo,
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit,
Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit
I got a fat one burnin in my right hand
Pass em to the left
When the needle's picked up the volume's kicked up
She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up
When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up
The reason
For livin
Should I do it mellow
Or go hard on a instrumental
Tear the beat up
Like I don't know how to rhyme gentle
Be easy
We tryin to put out this
good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much?
[sample fades out as instrumental comes in]
[lighter sparking]
Yo
Goin out...we light this
Haha
Juno ya sick
Uh huh
It's JaXsaun
Volumes perfect
The late edition to the tape
Can't fake brotha it's heaven sent
Wrote this at Mommas crib
They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me for the outcome, ban my records, check
edit
Stick up kids be tryna live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty them
instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump
the volume loud
Bouncing up and down whilst I am crying out
One day you'll see that you and me
Are fucking up our mental health
Pain comes detrimental
Speak my
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