Lyrics:
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty
You need to go
Whether you gotta make an exit
Or in business or a relationship rejection
You gotta go gotta go gotta go
You ain’t even got to go
Missing three
Every time he smile in the mirror, he Gotta think of me
Moral of the story is, nigga, I'm a Fucking G
Made my first hundred thousand by
g-g-grin
Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
Take control of your body like the farmer's daughter
And as you beg for control, what's
at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Chorus]
still the jam
And over 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I used to watch videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up
Get down, move on, jangan kayak orang kampung
Baru jam 2 lo pada minta pulang
Jam segitu aja banci baru dandan
I got da money in ma hand
In da club
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground
balls I got the world in my palms
And I keep on elevating got no time to stall
I'm a dog I might take a minor pause
Just to remind you that I am raw
Haha
concealed inside of my team
Love me, love me, don’t you hunt me when my money is blue
Blue faces turn to bullet casings laid in the dirt
Before you rob
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live
thinking ma kana
And I come bearing gifts you can call me Santana
I'm trying best not to use the N-word
So I say Arnold
And sneak in the name Schwarzenegger
they gave us both jams
(Chorus) x2
MCs don't know how we puts it down
K-9 and P-see from East to North town
We be bound by honor,
The bible's a collection of 24 books
With insight into man and how G-d looks
At world thru his lens, he's the who gave birth (to)
Basic Instructions
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
capital G's
Gas tank filled up never on E
And my money's very tall so be vary wary
Jason Terry socks sucka getting to the bread peanut butter
In the lab
He keep on playing he get played by the gun
You too serious need to have some fun
In that 40 I hit that dash
And the police they were on our ass
I
Title: FIVE
Words & Music By: Michael G. Ronstadt
like take five, but in Bm
B MINOR INTRO
Bm WALKING ON F#m WATER, Bm RIDING THE F#m WAVES
overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets
A neverending saga when I rap to these beats
As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why?
I'm
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