Lyrics:
from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
93 million miles away from
Came one to represent the Nation
This is a gathering of the masses
coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my mission
Little boom box
Y'all know how I get down
I rock funky fresh gear, that's what I'm about
The Jordan's, is brand new, but mines ain't out
I got braids, durag, a new
ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
to fuss and fight
From right now 'til tomorrow night
So if you promise to love only me and be by my side
I'll let you slide
Without a doubt tonight
Right about now, you're about to be possessed
By the sounds of Cool N Dre and Freeway
Hit it
Young Philly from the block, y'all, rockstar
This
Who are you, who are you
Well I'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack
How you step rock
I step in stride
I step across stage with my
the roadrunner
That's right
Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
'Cause where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
re-rock
He hot, correct, if it's Meyhem Lauren
Flow like a 9, work like a 10
Shoe size a 12, main chick a 8
Side bitch a 7 but her pussy is great
Get it
not the same
These days, the only way I feel your heart
Is miles and miles apart
Miles and miles
Didn't think we'd end this soon
Could have sworn we
fascinated by me
And my fans is good, and we all good
And, I know you're fascinated by me
You like this, baby, and I won't stop
And I know you're
Maybach, it cost a cool quarter (cost a cool quarter)
Get rich and don't go broke and that is an order (yeah)
Might need me a speedboat, I got all this
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
can see it in the stars
The moon blinks it's tired eyes
I may be a thousand miles to nowhere
Does that make me lost or found?
Oh - is it that
The air, it feels nice
When you're next to me all night
Darling, you're sick
The way you rock those kicks
So cool, your style
Heart thumps a thousand
Why, this car is automatic
Systematic
Hydromatic
Why it's grease lightnin'
(Grease lightnin')
(Grease lightnin')
(Grease lightnin')
(Grease
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
end
Landing itself was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto-mind
And left a galaxy of dreams behind
no monkey business, I got a stopper in my hand!"
An' then he said: "You see this rock I got in my hand?
This is a 38 pistol built on a 45 frame
It
Take her to the swap meet before Melrose
Benihana, more like like Top Ramen noodles
Champagne no sweet Kool-Aid made by Sherane
Send her back to her
and would never tell me why
I learned what it means, to be somebody's baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry
The miles were good but
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