Lyrics:
don’t go fall in the flames
Time for a change, we gotta refrain
From killin’ and drillin’, blood spillin’ got us spinnin’
From this terror, what do we see
by me,
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving.
Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans,
When DJs stop spinning
[DJ Tedsmooth]
Yea Yea uh huh And when we come in da club wit 2 stepin like
[DJ Tedsmooth]
Hands in da air like
[N.O.R.E]
What What
[DJ
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
hop, party in your stilettos or flip flops
You can't stop, entranced by the DJ, strictly observation crew, that's how we play
When the suits come off,
that we do
It’s so right
Got me fallin’ for you
& everytime that I’m in trouble, that’s when I’m callin’ on you
I just wanna show
I can’t let you go
can't be fallin' for a hoe
I did before, was a mistake!
She let me know she had to go!
That's so dangerous
I wanted you to wait for us
But I'm in love
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
and gave the Christ
What love is this to send his own?
To die for sin and take us home?
Got me feelin’ good
Forget my feelings
When you heard a story
money in it for all of us, I'll post your music
I know that this shit is a façade, I ain't gon' let 'em fool me
I can't put my trust inside no broad, I
the fifth
If you do the crime, then you do the time
These niggas be hoes, they snakes in the blind
Me and Y.A. got us a banger
I'm still that rappin' nigga,
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J
bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's nothing left
It's smoking, we both know it
We got all night to fall in love
But just like that we fall apart
and pumping the motherfuckin' lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got
I’m a woman
Can you give me that kind of love?
I heard you callin’
Well baby, baby, here I am
Tellin’ you my heart is in your hands
In love I’m fallin
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
got it?
Never in my life did I once trust one
Even though I've dated a few chicks, hush
Nothin bout relationships really means cuff
If you break it like
Hottest in my city, bitch, I'm headed to the top soon
But if you need that for the low, let me know I got you
Bitch, get out my face, no fetty, I
Blicky by my side now
And we ain't rollin' with no DJ
When we ride out
Bring back the act again
And there's so much drugs on us
Look like we traffickin'
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK
Let the pistol smoke the one you live by
Die by, examples of how relationships can be
I rolls the dice,
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
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