Lyrics:
Amigos que hay en sus miradas
Puedo ver resplandecer un gran dolor
La ira se apropie de sus almas
Les propongo un juramento desde hoy
Sobre la sangre derramada injustamente
Que caiga el déspota opresor
Al sucio imperio, a la corona y a sus huestes
Enviaremos con David Jones
"Esta noche, camaradas, enfrentaremos al destino
Carguen las bodegas de pólvora, pertrechos y licor
Comamos juntos, cantemos y brindemos
Por todos los pueblos arrasados
Esta noche el tirano colgara del palo mayor
"Hurra" por la victoria
¡Hurra!
Intro:
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Salt: Yeah, what's up baby
Man: Oh, I'm chillin'
Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up to
Salt: No, I'm just ridin'
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
Hot '97, New York-style
Got my head racin', thinking deep
'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
Incredible, like edible, the best
Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest
Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin'
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black and nappy
Come and get it, make it snappy
Chorus:
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you want to do, I'm feelin' it
Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Summertime in the city, I'm pretty
I'm hot, twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo
Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
So baby what you say
Can you come out and play
I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on
We can break away, to the break of dawn
You're tryin' to flex, no sex, want to chill
A feeling that you're real
You feeling what I feel
Chorus
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins
Smellin' good, pocket full of ends
I got you, you just come as you are
Gas tank full, I got a fast car
Up to par, the bubbly, some food
Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood
With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's
Flew in from D.C., want to see how we be livin'
Whatever's clever, we be together
Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you
Chorus
Got it goin' on
I want to get with you
'cause I feel it
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
Feel the need for your presence
The essence of your manhood, Black
Just like that, uh, yeah
Man: Right here, baby
Salt: Right there, baby
Man: Oh, all right
Salt: Hmm
Man: You like that
Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you want to do, I'm feelin' it
What's up, what you want to do, yeah, yeah
You got it goin' on
You've got me feeling you, oh yeah
[Pimp C]
Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside
It ain't enough room to fit dem guls in my ride
It's onna, work somethin, twerk somethin basis
Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces
She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night
You kiss that thang and I'm out, cause she been playin with my pipe
Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)
And I'm a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)
that make them guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh
Chorus: Pimp see
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
[Bun B]
Unh..
It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide
A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside
just to slide inside, man I done died tonight
Now what I'm 'sposed to do?
No One Listens to Music Anymore
David Jones got into a fight
Changed the colour of his eyes
Muddy Waters record in his head, David Bomberg on his mind
Smoked a Lucky on the Victoria line
Those English fags are just uncouth
Strutted down to Dobell’s American Import section
Died and went to heaven in the listening booth
But no one listens to music anymore
No one listens to music anymore
Ivan Morrison put on the radio and watched it warm up
Tuned it in to Luxemburg
Lonnie Donegan was on the Rock Island Line
Huddie Ledbetter was what he heard
In the distance came a marching band
It made a glorious sound
Then the boy picked up his guitar, and never put it down
No one listens to music, no one listens to music anymore
We've fallen out of love with the world
All the Ravens have left the tower
They still call it Rock and Roll
But it doesn't have the power
When King Curtis blew a Whiter Shade of Pale
It sent us crashing through the floor
But no one listens to music anymore
When Johnny Thunders kicked it, when Poison Ivy licked it
When Bo Diddley was the law
But no one listens to music anymore
David Jones got into a fight
Changed the colour of his eyes
And all the monsters in his head began to synthesise
Sitting safe in Soho, keeping out of the rain
Don't you love this English weather?
These niggas tricky, these bitches ain't got no feelings for 'em
You hear the crickets and birds chirping, that's paradise
Penthouse we don't reserve, we dine in candlelight
Don't like that lying shit, I'm the one they confide wit'
Victoria Secret, a secret guard, quit hiding shit
I provide shit, have you in all that fly shit
So much shit, you done run out of room in your closet
You want that Nicki, that Mary J, that Mariah shit (what you want?)
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy, Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body why-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up
I love to be a Player
I hate to be a Player, worse I hate to relay it
You better run for cover
Last tango with the lover, get the butter
See my vest !
North Of The Border Up Canada Way (Larry W Jones 05/20/2020) (song #7707)
Eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh
North of the border, up Canada way
That’s where Hank Snow came to show cowboys how to sing and play
And now it’s no wonder why Canadians say
The Blue Ranger can stay, up Canada way
Her Yellow Roses and Chantilly Lace
Are songs Hank composes while there’s a smile upon his face
On each Victoria, he tuned up to play
I’ll be Movin’ On, up Canada way
(Instrumental)
Hank sang The Name Of The Game is le demain
She never dreamed Hank was parting
Hank sang of tomorrow in sweet refrain
But that le demain never came
North of the border Hank rode back one day
I’ve Been Everywhere was his song, but at home he could not stay
The chapel bells told him that his heart must pay
North of the border, up Canada way
Eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh
North of the border, up Canada way
Vi flyger drake över city
Dockan bakom ratten lastar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Penga dropp växlare
Jag svär på min pip jag svär på min pipa
Om multi platina då jag mimar
Jag svär jag ska glimma
Sickan på Yamahan han fick deala
Vi börjar flyga draken tidigt
Jones börja jaga draken billigt
Sen skolan haft kronan
Hovmästaren på trumman
Sett pengar i Victoria
Sett män bli till hoes för en blomma
Sett orrar somna in
Här finns liv som garanti
Vi flyger drake över city
Dockan bakom ratten lastar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Penga dropp växlare
Jag svär på min pip jag svär på min pipa
Om multi platina då jag mimar
Jag svär jag ska glimma
Sickan på Yamahan han fick deala
Ja man rally Yamaha man
Växte upp drabbad
Yamaha mot din pansar
Yamaha la la
Ja man för
Juvel Santana
Flyger drake över staden
Pingst skyddar mig oss med vapen
Vi flyger drake över city
Jones jaga draken mycket flitigt
Sen skolan dominerat kurvan
Hovmästaren på trumman
Sett pengar i Victoria
Sett män bli till hoes för en blomma
Vi flyger drake över city
Dockan bakom ratten lastar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Penga dropp växlare
Jag svär på min pip jag svär på min pipa
Om multi platina då jag mimar
Jag svär jag ska glimma
Sickan på Yamahan han fick deala
Vi flyger drake över city
Sex hästar bänkar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Penga' dropp hos växlaren
Ja man Haparanda vaska
Ja man Ozzys flow som ingen annan
Ja man dockan lasta nyss kajen
Fullspäckat schema 90 talet hajen
Nya ljudbanken
Bly kontraket få din mantel
Bly protokoll samma motto
Manschettknappar dyr risotto
Vi börjar flyga draken tidigt
Jones jaga draken driftigt
Sens skolan haft kronan
Hovmästaren på trumman
Sett pengar i Victoria
Sett män bli till hoes för en blomma
Sett orrar somna in
Här finns liv som garanti
Vi flyger drake över city
Dockan bakom ratten lastar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Penga dropp växlare
Jag svär på min pip jag svär på min pipa
Om multi platina då jag mimar
Jag svär jag ska glimma
Sickan på Yamahan han fick deala
Vi flyger drake över city
Sex hästar bänkar Pippi
Hon tar ut 66
Pengar drop växlaren
Jag svär på min pip jag svär på min pipa
Om multi platina då jag mimar
Jag svär jag ska glimma
Sickan på Yamahan han fick deala
Ouço comentários sobre minhas obras, minhas notas, novo Jordan
Se pa também era assim, com Picasso e Steve wonder
E ela se arrumou pra mim, com esse cheirinho de victoria secrets
Whisky no gelo, me contou um segredo, quis abrir meu zíper..
Mano eu to bem, não mais que ninguém, to melhor que ontem
Memo com os policia na bota nois brinca,
Eu apronto e no enquadro é só cheiro, sem flagra eu sou tipo coringa,
Sempre a mesma fita!
For the Day then Ima need Jhene
on My Body Like DNA
Summer Walker I’m In the A
I ain’t come to play
On my mama on Victoria Monet
I heard Meg a stallion
Soon as I touch Her leg She wilding
Turn You to a Private Island
Late Night Vibe like Jimmy Fallon
Like damn
Shenseea I would love to see ya
Come spend Time with LeA
We could Rock the Boat Aaliyah
Saweetie, Jada kingdom,
Riri want Em all I’m greedy
Food for My Soul come feed Me
Bia, SZA let’s play Rock Paper Scissor
Want You on my Plate like Dinner
Like Gabby You been H.E.R
Caresha want a slice of You like Pizza
JT jeans look painted on
Art like Monalisa
And your Body Tea Lipton couldn’t make It sweeter
Queen Naija said She
good for Me like Aquafina
Latto Me I just hit the lottery
Prepare to be sick of Me
You gone see alotta Me
Glorilla sexyy
I’ll take both If yall let Me
Anycia You a Vibe
I wanna be yo Bestie
Got friends that look like rubirose
Some that look like Coco Jones
Even the haters know We goals
Don’t go back & 4th with trolls
I got Friends like Lady London
Yeah Pretty & Classy
& they Tinashe Nasty
Got that BourgeoisRaschic
Kehlani how’d You get that Body?
If God with me who is against me
And it's big the challenge not bigger than who sent me
Goliath, Go layeth down
The pressure feel the pressure now
The word is the light imma stepper now
Measure round, weight on the mission
Got lesser pounds
And i fear no man and i'm from a kingdom and i'm not a nomad
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies los gigantes todos caen si
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies Los gigantes todos caen si
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wow
Todos caen todos caen todos caen yeah
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wow
Todos caen todos caen todos caen yeah
Un Giro dimos desde que a Cristo tuve
No importando los gigantes arriba de ellos me mantuve
Pequeño como David pero estrella grande como altuve
Pelea concedida por Cristo victoria obtuve
Fuerza espiritual no pastillas a lo Bary Bons
Luchamos y damos gloria a los John Jones
Reinado con botines es lo que corre por mis bones
Hasta de mis batallas no peleadas tengo el galardón
No hay gigante que pare
No existe uno que me encare
Un propósito otorgado
No hay quien me separe
Todo lo tengo en Cristo
No hay otro en quien me ampare
Palabra es lo que hablamos no hay más que declare
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies los gigantes todos caen si
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies Los gigantes todos caen si
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wow
Todos caen todos caen todos caen yeah
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wow
Todos caen todos caen todos caen yeah
And i got a stone who gotta sling
And i'm already on and you fake this swing
And i wrote these psalms in front pressure
And i stay calm cuz in my heart there's is treasure
And don’t worry what's in front of you whats in you
And i'm at the kings table whats the menu
I move by the spirit not what i feel this time
Everyday i gotta kill another philistine
Feel this rhyme cuz you got the spirit of David like Fred Hammond
No weapon shall prosper flow get em to the doctors
Bind all principalities
Find all demons after me
Time to call all since they can’t capture
And it's not a cap i rap cuz they after me
Spirit world open after 3 time for warfare
Time for warfare, and this call we all share
Better stay in prayer this ain’t no anime
This ain’t no demon slayer
And it's not the spirit its yo bad habits
Fighting yo greed and yo cash grabbing
You can do it all check philippians
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies los gigantes todos caen si
Todos caen todos caen todos caen wo
A mis pies Los gigantes todos caen si
[Pimp C]
Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside
It ain't enough room to fit dem guls in my ride
It's onna, work somethin, twerk somethin basis
Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces
She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night
You kiss that thang and I'm out, cause she been playin with my pipe
Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)
And I'm a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)
that make them guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh
Chorus: Pimp see
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
[Bun B]
Unh..
It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide
A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside
just to slide inside, man I done died tonight
Now what I'm 'sposed to do?
Vinnie Jones the song möet and Bubble gum,
pompitas de jabón Mac Miller en el club.
Fumando blonde de luxe volando con voodoo,
la vuelta de space jam somos tus Looney tunes.
Uh, I'ma make a million, came back from Cancun
Copped a cool cantaloupe, diamonds blewed off the roof
I'ma cop the coupe, lemon diamond look like lions doing layups on the moon
I'ma concord grape jelly roll eighty Jones
I can finger roll five feet from free throw
If you talkin' 'bout another man, you need to get your bands up
Two Victoria's Secret models, they 'bout to pull my pants up
I just spent a cool forty piece, Galleria
I'm in Massachussetts, Moncler jacket eatin' burritos
Two Puerto Rican divas drink-drinkin' margaritas
Uh, which one of y'all I was callin' senorita?
Killer, Jim Jones
My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight
(Hey lady)
I know you heard me in British rob
But I get you bracelets till
Ya wrist is throbbed just kissed the nob
And put your meat on my
Stick like a shish-ka-bob (Hey lady)
Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling
But I run the circus like ring-a-ling
I'm the king of things, and your man
He a homo like jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
(Lady)
That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping
Pow, pow, 45 loud thing
Look wild thing, I do wild things
Make China stretch like Yoa Ming (Hey lady)
Ching chong like a higher Chow Main
I buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel, naw
Oh, you tickled, Ma?
That be wrong
I wonder how you get hearts
In dirty Victoria draws with the skidmarks
Uh, ya flat ass gets enough laughs
Take it to the salon, pluck ya mustache
So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'
Hittin' you a scrub, call that bitch a Pigeon
Hey yo, I got two nuts bitch, choose a ball
You only walk Pigeon-toed cause ya shoes are small
You don't shop, you just cruise the mall
No dough, with Lee Press-Ons
Frontin' with ya girlsfriend dress on
You birds want to take over?
I want to be with you
We can make it happen
Lets get this set a crackin
Ain't no need for slacking girl I'll tell you how it's happening
I see me with you
We got that paper stacking whip clean ride swaggin
All the haters passing we gon keep it crackin
All day in every way
Me and I got seats for 2 drop top down at the beach with you
Top cop mad 'cause I'm seen with you other broads come around they feigning too
Aiming like a marksman trying to please you scheming like a smart man trying to keep you
Hungry man Jones I'm trying to feed you later on tonight I'm trying to creep too
I'm trying to see about you put you on the team and vouch you
You got that thing about you fitness with the thickness
Ain't nothing lean about you hot like steam about you
I'm trying to make that move from the back-burner to the snap chat earner
I'll put it down like I fell on ya turn that frown upside down put my spell on ya
Come around lock it down put that jail on ya
I ain't lying girl I'm trying to leave my smell on ya
Run ya friends home cause I ain't in the friend zone
Run ya folks home 'cause I ain't in the kin zone
Shawty bad straight chillin' in the 10 zone
I'm trying to score on that ass doing my dance touch down end-zone
I want to be with you
We can make it happen
Lets get this set a crackin
Ain't no need for slacking girl I'll tell you how it's happening
I see me with you
We got that paper stacking whip clean ride swaggin
All the haters passing we gon keep it crackin
All day in every way
Ain't chillin' with the fellas I'm trying to peep you on Instagram dying to meet you
Victoria Secrets the kind you see through lacy basics a tasty banquet
Game night you know the Falcons tight same night we make it rain right
Heels nice dress tight you sexy aurora adds to the hype
Haters peep mad wanna fight when Meech speak boy bad on the mic
Got a fleet of sheet rad when I write tracks for days coming back like boomerangs
In the lac laid back like superman want a paper cash stack like 2-Chains
Meech on the peak of the food chain now I'm on the creep for a boo thang
And that's where you come in I'm settling down my suit came in
I'm feeling my youth again they calling you 9 but you's my 10
Your boys the truth again with you by my side all I'll do is win
Wes that beautiful blend serving these suckas like shots of gin
I got your oxygen the breath of life I'm shocking in
Serious for you my friend where friends extend lovers begin
Only fools rush in meantime the coop pulls in power couple like super friends
I'm here you'll never get duped again
I want to be with you
We can make it happen
Lets get this set a crackin
Ain't no need for slacking girl I'll tell you how it's happening
I see me with you
We got that paper stacking whip clean ride swaggin
All the haters passing we gon keep it crackin
All day in every way
Jestem hot jak global warming ta
W tym sezonie przeskoczyłem kilka stopni (kilka stopni ta)
Razem ze mną moje mordy
Rapuje wersy naukrwiam akordy
I wydaję wydaję wydaję wydaję pengę
Wychodzi z tego dobro więc czuję szczęście
Chciałbym zobaczyć nasze logo na mieście (właśnie tak)
Myślę że to będzie świetne
Nastał wrzesień już po lecie
Ubieraj się cieplej
Tylko w Penge (a jak)
Udon krowa król
Wóda woda król
Warka strong król
Vege burger król
PNG to król
F i S to król
Płatek Abel król
Holak Jordi Janek król (elo)
Ciepłe noce król
Gdańsk latem król
Tanie loty król
Szkocja Szwecja król
Crackawear to król
Morrison to król
Jurek Gudel król
Król Świata król
Też kiedyś byłem biedny weź nic nie mów
Teraz mogę dużo jak na śniadaniu w hotelu
Zjadam łaków dupą więc nie tknę deseru
Rada dla raperów nie chcesz to nie rób (chuju)
Dość dużo grzeszę ale mam zero grzechów
Penga to wino ze świetnego szczepu
Robię to ja i kilku pojebów
Większość sceny bym spuścił do ścieków
Ten bar to Penga Penga to nie panga
Penga panda obraz pędzla Leonarda
Cowabunga Turtle z bloków
Nowy merch wiózł mój samochód jest w naprawie
Klasa C all black tapicerka krem
Ile dałbym by zapomnieć motor 1.8 L
Fituje flex nie udaje Niemca w rapie
Czarne hoodie czarny tees
Penga Bangla Abra amen pacierz
Lubię rzadziej penge
Już na starcie Penga zamknie ci gębę
Robimy zasięg to raczej pewne
Nie umiem karate ale kozacze merchem
Śmigasz w krawacie (nie słyszę nic)
Już widzę wariaty jak wpadacie na serwer
Mercedes baleron
Czyli generalnie samochód kojarzony z taksówkami
Wujkami Januszami którzy mówią że bez gwiazdy nie ma jazdy
A jednak troszeczkę inaczej
Postanowiłem nie fascynować się niewrażliwymi ludźmi
Postanowiłem że jeszcze będę miał kolegów z wytwórni
Z marzeń wytwórni (wow)
Penga na zawsze wierzę że jeszcze będziemy poczwórni
Tej to co tu robię to nie moda ale tuning
Robię nowy album a nie nowy albumik (nie nie)
Twoje rapsy brzmią jak mój tłumik
Robię kolejny album w rok
Piszę teksty w mieście doznań
Na słuchawkach Mike Jones (Mike Jones)
Mijam Tytusa w crocksach
Rzeczy Pengi to jest raczej jest rzecz prosta
Nie piszemy tu głupotek no chyba że posta
Tobie się gdzieś tutaj pogubiła riposta
A my wpierdolimy scenę jak tosta
Penga na zawsze wierzę że jeszcze będziemy poczwórni
Tej to co tu robię to nie moda ale tuning
Robię nowy album a nie nowy albumik
Twoje rapsy brzmią jak mój tłumik
Penga na zawsze wierzę że jeszcze będziemy poczwórni
Tej to co tu robię to nie moda ale tuning
Robię nowy album a nie nowy albumik
Twoje rapsy brzmią jak mój tłumik
To jest Mercedes music Mercedes music Mercedes music ej
To jest Mercedes music Mercedes music Mercedes music ej
To jest Mercedes music Mercedes music Mercedes music ej
To jest Mercedes music Mercedes music Mercedes music ej
Wpadłem w gości jak na plotki do ciotki na kawkę
I choć nie nigdy chodziłem no to może zacznę
Do trzech razy sztuka to się sztuka uda mi przy czwartej
Zamiast odpocząć po śmierci wolałbym na jachcie
PNG to styl życia tryb a nie tylko logo
Ona się jara bluzka z buźką puszcza oko
Żegnam lato smutno chowam krótkie portki do szuflady
I się smucę stary bo się w lato częściej uśmiechamy
Płatek to szelma a jego ekipa to Penga
Płatek to szelma Penga to przepiękny pejzaż
Płatek kiedy lura PNG to mój wydawca
Jordi Holen „pięć" za szansę (crew nobilitacja)
Smakowite kąski płonie radiostacja
Huczy w internecie hasło „słuchałeś może Płatka"
A mamy powodów tysiące by się wozić w Mercedesie
Słuchają nas wszystkie osiedla reprezentuję tysiąclecie
Reprezentuję dziorge reprezentuję SC
Reprezentuję estetykę wklejoną pod pengę
Jano Abel Płaton Jordi Światowid i Holen
Wszyscy razem każdy inny to nasz skład na w chuj pokoleń
Złożę wskazujący w pionie i victorię na górze
To ze damy rade to leży w naszej naturze
Złożę wskazujący w pionie i victoria na górze
To że damy radę PNG w naszej naturze
Marlboro
Popijam Holak colą
Energii równe zerwo
Bo po Somers jest nie polot
Bo ciągle machanie pengi dojechało mnie konkretnie
Mam na myśli to tyranie ciągle w gastro nie na mieście
A do tego jeszcze w nocy kiedy pisze wracam pisze EB i ebe ebe
Znów pije chociaż nie chcę
Kończą się wakacje zaczyna się Penga
Kończy się preludium zaczyna potęga
I to jest sprawa świetna bo chcę zrobić tak wiele
Na przykład kupić wyspę tym którzy wierzą w PNG
Tym którzy wierzą w PNG
I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays Never been shook never been fazed I am a crook I'm stuck in my ways Never been 1 to tuck in my chain Just got a 2 and a blue of cocaine 3 all my bros they still in the cage I just made 4 and split it with Rage I got like 5 on me I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me We playing sports slide with the stick like it's ice hockey I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me That's a half and a whole one County lines I control some
I cannot settle I was dancing with the Devil I was in O dishing out pebbles Yeah Trap by the sea with shells plus I got teeth and shells I got some B on my scale 8 out of 10 it sells Going Gone This cookie I'm blowing is strong I used to trap by the pond that's me the cats and the swans Told em already yeah I'm on a money mission Kilo Bond whip up the white girl I turn it blonde birds take a bath I got the dark I used to trap out the bushes and parks I'm with the stars smoking on dawg I buy it soft and turn it to hard Whip up a storm I am on form Step out the vehicle Puddle call it a drip walk Stepping on loubs they bloody how can I crip walk I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays Never been shook never been fazed I am a crook I'm stuck in my ways Never been 1 to tuck in my chain Just got a 2 and a blue of cocaine 3 all my bros they still in the cage I just made 4 and split it with Rage I got like 5 on me I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me We playing sports slide with the stick like it's ice hockey I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me That's a half and a whole one County lines I control some I got a baddie she wholesome She hold packs she holds some I just put 28 grams in a pot then I bring it back like I owe some Whip up the white in a circular motion lock it with ice its frozen I bring the wave the ocean I am the one I'm chosen stuck in the matrix i feel like Neo my nigga that's Morpheus I need a reload I'ma just reload til' I'm victorious I was juggin in the dark then I felt the sun on my face it was glorious Feel like a villain it aint no Biggie I'm just notorious I got a shot in Victoria I'm bout' my jugg and that aint no secret From young I been tryna get it In the kitchen doing scientific Me and my bro's we speaking in codes it's coming like Hieroglyphics yeah I'm pulling strings like a violinist I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays Never been shook never been fazed I am a crook I'm stuck in my ways Never been 1 to tuck in my chain Just got a 2 and a blue of cocaine 3 all my bros they still in the cage I just made 4 and split it with Rage I got like 5 on me I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me We playing sports slide with the stick like it's ice hockey I had to ride shotti with 6 9's on me That's a half and a whole one County lines I control some I used to ride shotti with 6 9's on me Slide with the stick like its ice hockey 6 9's on me County lines I control some I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays yeah I am a crook I'm stuck in my ways Davy Jones
[Verse 1]
Now, what up shorty let a solider come rap a taste with ya
Lay the real on what possessed Sleepy to come and get ya
You've been chillin in the corner too cool and collective
And I'm tired of judgin you from the clubs perspective
You see I'm very selective of who I done and do
You don't know me, I'm fiend, I only fuck with a fewI
I'm trying to do something with you without the crowd of all
Lets escape in my ride to get this problem solved
Now I done dodged them all, just to feel your persona
Offer to break the ice with the finest marijuana
Lady call your mama and just ease your lil nana nana
Cause you ain't goin home, you done run up on the Jones
[Chorus]
Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on
[Verse 2]
You remember me, in my younger twenties and full of energy
You keep it on my mind, see I hear you killin me
This ain't braggin or boastin, they tryin to convincin
You done it to a brother with your Victoria's lotion
See I'm socially speakin, in search of a quite freaky girl
Give me one week and I'm a have your ass tweakin
Medications decreations, survive and put down a beating
Skip the movies, no eating and the mom and dad meeting
Get this and no I don't need no bitches
Just someone ain't tripping on the hugs and kisses
Drop your clothes at the door walk over here slow
Lets see how many hours you can go
[Chorus 2]
Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on
Now look, the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now look look the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Get some cash and a Jenny Jones makeover
Broke Bitches, I hate Pigeons
Dirty braid Pigeons, Medicaid Pigeons, Section Eight Pigeons
Got me fed, burned I tell these birds Shutup
And how my left ear be double her whole getup
Go ahead with your lame ass, blow at night
Throw a ripped dolla at her, tell her put that on her depraved ass
If you got more than one baby father
Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
If you strip all week to go clubbin'
Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
Buy a dress to front and take it back to the store
Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
Wanna smoke wit me, wit no money
Oh no, I don't want no
No Pigeons
No Pigeons
(Digi' rules)
Greet your highness, Queen's finest
Gleam shin as three clip street fighters
Deep dish Jeep riders
Outlandish in they expanded rover
Passenger in my own whip, yeah that's my chauffer
I rap for ya, that's my culture
When I holla holla like Ja Rule
You in a trance from the god's jewels
Glance at my car, drool
Ran like the concourse
Wonderin' damn, how much the car cost?
That's fine, not me
And man brought waps, no ice on me
I done gripsed man's shirt and slammed man
Like it was a judo key
Still gyal seh I'm cinnamon churros sweet
But she don't know me
She don't know about my family tree
Might see me with a couple OGs
Yeah, Boy Better Know Meridian roll deep
Opps Next Door, don't knock and ask for sugar or milk
Cah we ain't got nuttin' for you chiefs
Last time you knocked man's door
You was all asking to turn the music down a piece
Fuck that, feel this bass
Knock all you want, you won't see this face
Next time I leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
SK Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my Jones, ain't got no jewels
But boys on the road still wanna dip sets
I put swammies in a man bag
If he's the father, I'm the granddad
Turn white t-shirt into Tampax
I box, boot and man stab
Heavy in the ting like sandbag
Better yet, wet sandbag
Mad savage, they're nearly drag
Riding dingers and dipping cab
Man's sick, no influenza
My aura mek gyal tell Victoria secrets
And expose the center
Please remember, I roll with guys with a greaze agenda
'Bout you don't know about grime
Yeah, fam, but you still know about me and Skepta
UK gang shit, been a member
No joke ting, no Bo Selecta
No joke ting, no Inbetweeners
So a date of birth on my Tanitas
Man wanna test in their two-seaters
Man wanna test in their two-litres
Light goes green, if you're looking for me
Better look in front, about twenty metres
Put this on one track repeaters, repeaters
It was on my Westwood tape where I herd the golden child flow I'm untitled like the album
But his one of my heroes I was that Kid Waves looking out of project window
Seeing bullet holes in peep holes I stay ripped like Jamaican clothes many riffs with flows
But she was a black girl lost like the tapes I came through with crushed grapes push a
Little weight cook it up like steaks at the barbeque the year's 1990 and I'm back to the grill
Still with the matic blessing the essence with aziatic
Life's a bitch but sleep is the cousin of death
I was surviving the times between East and West were distant
Relatives going to a land of promise have to pay homage memory lane sitting on
Park bench with splinters to shootout it was all written in the message
We take action that's affirmative
Not dead pres queens heads cos I'm not from the bridge
Staying wake is the cousin of life if sleep is the cousin of death
RIP to our Ann Jones's meaning our mothers who died similar
Cancers like silent murder snakes strike like a cobra
Friends thought you were washed up over
A rappers rapper came with that Ether
Delivered it like poisoned pizza to cater for Cater last supper over J hova
But we found a cure
Before I declare war
You was nasty before but now mature with cheese
Even though you Puff Diddy trees
Big like BIG
Don't mater how many cars you own you still gotta pay lease (lis)
But we love them all to the birth of our seeds
It's the
It's the
It's the
Its the
Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far
It's the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far
Uh -hun
We're celebrating cause we made it this far
I seen fruits die my peers (pears) Pac B I
Will they ever return maybe in my my third eye spiritual
You remain lyrical even though you dropped out of school in the eighth grade history's
Made no more Columbia Slave
Serch from 3rd base was your manager
Paulie's large professor
You had a tec
I had a Rambo in my dresser in 94
My boot leg wouldn't allow me to go to stores
Especially when I herd the world is yours
Mad applause
Five mics in the source
Best rappers album 55th annual Grammy awards
For Illmatic classic
Like the forces
If your talking arms frostiest toasters shout Stoute commissioner
Destiny's more than a daughter Knights younger
See what happened to Smiley culture but we still ultra like Malcom and Luther getting this paper
Red book this is your life we celebrate ya
Look what you did for the culture
A Foxy Nas and Mega
Stand firm its in our Nature
Like Jermain Baxter
You use to guzzle hennessy now its on ya
Salute star with or without the toaster salute
Salute Salute
Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far
Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far
I remember Slick Rick Kane Rakim KRS 1 posters
LL Cool J couple others then that kid called Escobar
He was terror like the squad from live at the barbeque to back at the grill to Illmatic
It was written biography of a King ruled the world with a queen like Lauryn
There's things I won't speak on gotta keep it secret like Victoria not Carmen
When you got things in common like common
Like I am Nastrsdamus Stillmatic to God son and some
You don't stop reigning on top like Amazon
With Mass Appeal for real
Vocabulary spills
I'm ill like Will
You use to bag grams now you got it sealed Grammy
Big shout to Tyrone Lindo and Big Nasty
Salute salute salute
It's the N the A to the S-I-R if it's not nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god live at the barb it's the ill will that makes him go hard son of
Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far
Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
''Cause we made it this far
We're celebrating cause we made it this far
We're celebrating cause we made it this far
Un-hun
Queens heads queens heads queens head cos I'm not from the bridge
Scratching
We're celebrating cause we made it this far
Queens heads queens head queens head coz I'm not from the bridge
(Scratching) Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens heads cos I'm not from the bridge
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