Lyrics:
?balany a lot? before them quarters drop
Three niggas to one block
Ace, Boom, Self tried to chase wound
Face doom, make moves playin the tune
Of music them
the pressure on and Government will fall
But it takes more than music and more than words
To recreate a nation that's controlled by hoards
Of police, army
a buster
'cause if the capital YA found out about you nigga
I have to take yours to make mine bigger
And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct
will use wits to be a remainder?
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same
there, yeah who? Takbir
The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough
Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up
With the bump
piece of wood
She fell right in there on the floor
And as she did a fire burst out on all sides
I wondered what the hell was going on inside
Then
And then, and then he met her
And suddenly his life was upside down
A summer party by the sea
And all the time the fear that she
Would make him play
Chorus.
When you're looking for something cool to do,
Just good friends to be with you.
You better watch out where you hang out,
You might be judged by
Kissed Your Sister
V1
Now out of all those memories
that keep coming back to me
I get one that reappears nearly every seven years
It dates from
reclaim this music
Yo, I'm a tell it how it is
This is B.E.I. and I ain't
Sellin' out for shit, so
Now you know who
Spits the raw sound
And taught these
That convince me to stay
It's your fingertips
And the music they play
To the beat of my heart
And the rhythm our bodies make
But this will be
gots to elevate. Rob my fate.
Take it to the highest when I'm rhymin'
On the city streets, the rhythms in my freaky sneaks, sneaky freaks,
Stoppin by
forgotten
'Cause you may be playing your music loud
But it's drowned out by your mouth
And we've learned that life is one big game
Where the winners are
[Intro - J-Kwon - talking]
Ay world, this Streets 101
I'm fin' to give you a half a pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter bird of TrackBoy music
[Hook -
got me fucked up
Music on the radio is fucked up
I hop in the truck and only
Want to feel the pain
Chino XL, and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody
times a, rice and butter when di mouth get nuffa
Corn meal and cah fine flour
Jah by mi side, every minute every our
Even though the music seems never
One
Iv just been peeping by from the borderlines
Tripping but I'm stuck thinking bout you baby I'm mortified
And All that time you said it was love but
stay focused on your goals
I got Hip-Hop music in my bones
My voice is low like James Earl Jones
I'm Obi-Wan I'm attacking clones
I was once unknown
Starlight and music will set the stage
Beginning our journey into the age
Floodlights filtering through the trees
Starlight and possibilities
So Clear
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
it's a testimony - the places I have been
its so cold & lonely - out here on the fringe
at the place in
way of staying sane,
If you wanna make it out alive"
CHORUS
What do you do
When you feel sore
Heart in your throat, face down in the floor
Someone must
now
My lady by my side
Forever hold me down
Dope smoke out the pound
I could be at rolling loud
You know I control the crowd
You know I control
The Sherrif's lookin for us
He says our music is illegal
But he will never catch us
Though he's been tryin' from the get go
So - You better think
Title: Tsai (Sigh)
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
So, I'm here & you are there - we pretend and make distractions
It's terrible in a way - just
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