Lyrics:
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it apart in my dream
Picture
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work
Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew
Big respect to the Get
What would my name be? It gotta be
Something slick, man it gotta be something
Something real slick "Hardbody" There's
Really no uniform that's
skills to chill that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
Model H 3 oh see plus another thousand
Kickin
One, two boys by the river
Down by the water tellin' riddles in the dark
With fireflies under the moonlight
Carvin' the insides of a tree with
Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew
Big respect to the Get
there's no use denyin'
I won't be commin' home
Just a word or two to you before I go
Down on my knees beside him
I begged my buddy to live
I told the Lord
the ones with the ass
Girl you know it's true, tell me what it do
Oh you like my style, say you like my crew
Say you wanna' be under my chest, this turtle
E's rolling Villain, BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clocking dough
Be bop's a pimp, my old freaks a ho
The batter rams rolling, rocks
live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
You ever seen a nigga go to jail and sleep 'til day two?
Well, that's how sick I
Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
and Jimi Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live the lavish life, listen if the mood is right
Me you and ya sister can do
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even want to be you
I see you, hunting me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
that, me? I make mills off that
How the fuck can't y'all see I ride, when I drive, down the block and
You look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
are the stallion
a-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p-q-s-s-t-a-l-l-i-o-n
I am the stallion, mang.
I can feel what I like to see in you and me
your problem
It seems you want to be KRS-Two
From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack
'Cause KRS-One means simply one KRS
That's it, that's
attemptin me
I'm A to the average be , respiratory??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
my heart and see my home and you see
A little G to the H e to the T
T to the O now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto i'm just me
Now when I'm
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c
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