Lyrics:
ride the same waves that made the white man your master
Before Independence and Awolowo became distinguished
Before the colonization by the British I had
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
only gettin ya fuckin self hurt
Chorus
(REPEAT 4X)
Outro:
[Trife]
For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser,
B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil'
and dime
Premeditated created by the scorn and the hate
But I made ma, the big time, lights and the shine
It's a full scale war, everybody bear arms
Wear
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD
Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool see
and my man Kurtis Blow, yo..
[Chubb Rock]
The battlefield, the synonym -
Yeah...it's been a long time coming y'all...
We dreamin' big...(it's the anthem)... it's Group 1
Yo since the first time this little boy picked up
any way that he can
Like makin me think that I'm the man
By puttin a glock in my hand or a beer can
Then I be hearin these voices sayin sip it
But I
big heart, it's overflowed
And it's made a mess, man I'm sick of this
The stars staying the same, but we move around and that's different innit
What's
YOU HAPPY YOU COULD BE MY WIFE
WE COULD STAY TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF OUR LIFE
SEXY LIPS AND BIG BROWN EYES
WHEN YOU PASS BY ALL THE GIRLS THEM SHY
(termite)
Cause they be buggin' galore
But there's a difference between
Us brother man i'm from the motherland
Where the streets thuggin' for war
And these
rose to new heights I gave you incite
To the life of the Boss Grande
Big Papi swing for the gates while dueling the fates
My dark side tendencies I
Had to get a little help from the friendly
Ooh-wee, James Brown in my energy
Ooh-wee, swear that man kin to me
I had to tell 'em over and over again
a prize
You know we going big, like the dons super size
Could tell she liked to eat, just by looking at her thighs
Didn't know was me, till she looked into
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
First class 5 years old 7 forty 7
Being served by white chicks that look like Mae West
Looking like Madonna, 1986
My mind is on some Einstein mathematics
Aw man, smoking in that rocking chair, uh
My past life I was a Rabbi
Now I live the fast life
Drugs on standby in the
Circle by the campfire
Telling
expect it
One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
get the city hot,
I’m walking by my opps I hit a diddy bop,
You are not a rapper you should get a job,
Been moving like a ghost I feel like Big or Pac,
a dick getting sucked by 2 dutch, with big tits and blonde heads
You straight pussy nuff said
What you want from me?
(Nigga, nigga)
have seen downs
I have seen smiles
I have seen frowns
I have seen many men wearing kings crowns
As we dey street baba some dey estate
Some dey big office
the same waves that made the white man your master
Before Independence and Awolowo became distinguished
Before the colonization by the British I had seen
kaleidoscope
I'm back in my zone
Tap the iPhone
Writing my raps
The world pass by
Captured in time-lapse
Catch your eye that
Venus flytrap
Watching Iraq
Live
swim shorts and a moonbag
New dance they like who's that
Have her tie it in a durag and a hoop earing Like it's new jack
Nino Brown with the head shots
ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out
It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich
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