Lyrics:
it to you hard core,
Lock the Terminator gonna keep this pure
Just for y'all, for y'all pleasure (your pleasure, pleasure)
Smoking hot like Bim
it to you hard core,
Lock the Terminator gonna keep this pure
Just for y'all, for y'all pleasure (your pleasure, pleasure)
Smoking hot like Bim
There appears to be a massive hurricane forming in the east Atlantic
Off to you, Nado
Yeah, it's a Weather Report
BuckNado be rappin the Weather
ground is sinking sand
Solid rock
What you say is what you do
Who can stand against the Lord
Your ways are pure, your word is sure
So I will trust in you
Pure clean raw energy
Pure clean pure clean raw energy
Pure clean raw energy
Pure clean pure clean raw energy
Pure clean raw energy
Pure clean
back again
Are you ready to rock & roll
I know you need some more
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Leletsa Mapodisi o report'e (o report'e)
Gare diege ke dilo tsa
nigga Y-Not in the spot
And I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and
Relevance to this rhyme
I
two pairs of pants
Hasn't religious faith just as often
Served as a civilizing influence?
Remember that leering, cursing lynch mob in
Little Rock
Anything that's lovely
Anything that's pure and true
Anything of good report
Think on these things
Anything that's honest
Anything that's just
on a life of its own and keeps livin'
We found strength in numbers many of whom were women like Sha-Rock and them who were there
From the beginnin' is all
Rock
Rock
Bass
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
(Ooh white lines) vision dreams of passion
(Blowin' through my mind)
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
Three in the morning po-po at my door
I'm wonderin' if
Rock
Rock
Bass
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
(Ooh white lines) vision dreams of passion
(Blowin' through my mind)
Live fast, pour it slow
on the rocks, deuce four
Stayed down ten toes
On go neck glow
Eighth in a hunnid that’s a bankroll
I cant take a break only
contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
roin
That nigga was bout fifteen
Minnesota weighed it out
Conventional on dat triple beam
My bloodline pure
Bitch nigga no recessive genes
Fast lane life
Whatsoever things are honest
Whatsoever things are just
Whatsoever things are pure
Whatsoever things are lovely
Whatsoever things are of good report
If there
Rock
Rock
Bass
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
Ooh, white, white
(Ooh white lines) vision dreams of passion
(Blowin' through my mind)
said something that is bad
And now my lumps sore
She said something mean to me
I can't function no more
Everything is so bad wish I could report
Son
life had in store
Fear of failure never slowed us down it made us battle more
Every single verse is raw my love and my passion pure
It surpass any desire
This your jam girl
Report to the dance floor
This your jam girl
Report to the dance floor
Grab your friend
And Report to the dance floor
Dutty wine
a hater (Fuck a hater)
I ain't have no A's on my report card
(On my report card)
But I kept an AK, I played the streets smart
(I played the streets smart)
to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit,
Cautious, report shit, live out of hell,
Since all my dudes
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Yoo war report 2 ahhh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ayo iman what up)
Check it check it
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