Lyrics:
were proper went slow
Built both mentally and emotionally
Knew we to be strong to
Handle even a rollercoastering
Both grown folks by then
Only after
a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
the Doldrums
While waiting for a breeze
When the stillness of the day was brok
By a merman in the deep blue seas
Well, the captain, he slept
Below while
down
Shut your mouth bitch
Shut your, shut your mouth bitch
I just bought two houses
Just spent two years of your salary on this outfit
Ain't no way
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
me who you are, your true self!
Bass Clarinet Solo by Joris Roelofs
From
Neun Lieder und Gesänge op.32 Nr.2
Translation by R.H. Benson
Adapted by Anne
of their minds
You were high heeled
You were kitted your needs
They will always be there to remind
Me we are so very young
All that I need is someone to
Hеlp
eyeball out with a chicken bone
Crazy as fuck I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one two five, I gotta hit ya live (yeah)
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape (uh-huh)
on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one two five, I gotta hit ya live (yeah)
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape (uh-huh)
Step into a world (llaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left (buku, buku, alla de massive)
But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo
twelve
Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your
[Kane]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Attention to the whole crew
Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
Mister Cee I don't need you
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
to capture/
3 wanted for killing, High Skilled an very thrilling/
Leave your bones chilling, this just the Beginning/
More are Appreaing, they are Digging in,
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