Lyrics:
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like
십이간지 중에 제일 간지
너흰 우리 그림자도 못 잡지
너와 나의 차이는 지구 한 바퀴
양심 딱히 랩 할 땐 안 챙겨 싸가지
매일 같이 허물 벗어 탈피
우린 넘어져도 초심 위에 착지
Lil lease와 X NOOB이
보여주는 지금
우린 대표해 98 위에
On the microphone
Ghetto Mexicano
Nativo Americano
They call me brown Soprano
'Cause I'm bad to the bone
No ando mariguano
Desde Mexico paisano
Head hunting a gusano
On the real five bills.
That's what it does
Boy does she love the way
That I rock on the microphone
Cause I rock it this way
Make up, take up
Break up,
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
on the microphone yeah
I be chilling on the microphone yeah
And when I come yeah I come with no fear
I’ll be chilling I’ll be chilling all year
I’ll be chilling
my pocket
As the world keeps on turning
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
running toward the bright lights
[Chorus]
It was an ice-cold winter of '98
For forever never felt so far away
I sang a song and recorded it on video tape
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
Subway tunnel microphones
Open city overtones
Epic urgency survives
In every stranger passing by
Tiny lights go red and fade
Eyes go wide
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
It's said abyss watches back, unbothered by a steely gaze
Always moving solidly you'll never catch an easy fade
Methodically coming after everything
that the funk would never stray
I gotta keep the funk movin' on and on
I'm Precious Funk, on your microphone!
Here comes the bride
Dr. Funken, with
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
Brother
But that's good, sound extremely good
What the hell me
Come back to leave it alone
Day too soon (soon for you)
Naughty as much as microphone like
It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot
Maybe knock us some work it's been a minute
I'm in it still down to ride
98 Nav'
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere and I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my
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