Lyrics:
I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
Hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town
Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel today
Feel
Watch out!
I see you on the street, and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My
had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
I'm a fast talking smooth-walking
Hard-living man when I'm on
And I'm a wild lover close brother
I like it warm when I come home
And ain't it hard
I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights
Hoes talk down but their daddy think I'm perfect
Looking at his phone screen, pumping on that Jergens, ah
I'm feelin' freaky
Ayy, up, down
girl admire
(Sim simma) well di girls dem love me by di hour
(Yo, sim simma) well me come wid di girls dem power
(Sim simma) sekkle down and hear when
call me girl, yeah, yeah?
Ah, yeah, sometimes it feels like I'm gonna die
If you don't call me, mama, girl, you gotta try
Down on my knees begging
No 3rd degree
A bunch of Planktons tryna steal my secret recipe
'Cause I'm that DJ that throws a party on sesame street
Don't come to my turf, thinking
startin purposely
Man I swear that shit burn
Talkin 3rd degree
feel like itadori you the curse in me
You hate this shit but you still stay & you plottin
FREESTYLE ABILITY
BURNING MC'S TO THE 3RD DEGREE AND YOU CAN'T SEE ME CUZ
OF MY INVISIBILITY I REWORD MY LYRICS QUESTION YOU LIKE MAGAZINES
GET IN YOUR
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
lost a very long time
cll this hate on me
She wants me to ruin her life
I don't let it get to me
cll these tattoos on you
Burn like 3rd degree
Whiskey
getting our kicks
Later on by the pool
Looking good ah, be cool
There's no craic double back
Moving on down the track
Moving on down the line
Got
out of this chair
Watch yourself, Marshall
I'm watching you
Ah, holy shit
pulled the belt out Nigga
Swing at me that's 3rd degree like burn out Nigga
I rap for the cause I rap for the art, you rap for what
I'm tryna make it
And never catch on fire
How come? You silly motherfucker, I'm fire
Smack the Devil over the cheek
Gave him a third-degree burn
Iced it down the same week
rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
[Chorus: x2]
Ah give it to me, uh
Uh
Uh
Come on, uh
Give it to me, uh
chase it down trying to kill the beat,
Yeah, ? me some,
Let me inhale then breathe,
And I will bring hell to heat the fire burns at 3rd degree
to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah
Boogie Down
keep movin', gonna go to town
I come up hard baby, I'm gettin' down
There's only three things that for sure
Taxes, death and trouble
This I know,
of beat
Come mi say
Chorus
[KRS-One]
Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah
Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow
with
Ah
Yeah, ah
Break down, come on
Hey, uh
Come on, Madonna
Come on boy
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Well don't
around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you, oh
Every time we come around, ah
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around
They think I'ma gun 'em down
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