Lyrics:
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Tropical vibes
Build a spilf and get high
Cutest girl by my side
Fried
Cookie bop to the sky
And I know you know
She's the one that I chose
That's
I got that cash it wasn't nothin'
I8 drive by, M6 speed by, race me why not?
Lets spend 5 thousand, you got it, I got it
You can not beat me, yes
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
Feel
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
sun
Been a long time comin'
I know change gon' come
Man I gotta keep it movin' to the beat of my drum
Last night I set the future at the feet
the ghetto
We dey play do many shows
Shadawt to the elorm beenie
And the giggers on the road
Squad
So who be the bald man
Everyone here suppose to chop
Says by
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
A-one, two, y'all, and you don't
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump
masssss, de ti
Let's go esco
Verse 2
Do it for me, beauty and the beast/
Let's do it slow, slow to the beat/
D-Man Escobar bring the heat to the streets
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
Ka$h, Ka$h don't make beats, he make
Beautiful music, one-two-one-two
My man Murs, what's up Murs?
Beautiful music
Yo, beautiful music it raised me
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different
But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen
Cold, cold, world is the word that was given
As he see me
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
I ain't losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money, but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just
though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in and let the beat bump
(Threw her in the trunk!)
2K11, ridin' solo
In the Benz on twins hella low pro
of a swift man
You name the day the grounds to be neutral
Speak your piece the feeling's mutual
We can go topic from topic whenever I drop it
brought some Macallan 18
I brought some Jordan SBs
And 6ix turns over and says, "Hey, I think I got a beat for Ultra 85"
He plays it, Logic goes crazy,
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time making a name
Wasn't about money or the fame
Why hide scars?
It's who we are
She don't want me leave and go nowhere, she said Beenie Man don't go, at the stage at my show she's hanging out she's even there at the front row
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