Lyrics:
hey man check that beat
By the time we reached the top of Monteagle
I thought I heard a rumbling sound
And then I saw a sign that said falling rock
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
around
It's foreign to those who
Always had a top view
To never stop and look down
Left here in the street all cold
Covered in memories
Turn
I'm on it, stay lonely
Got to top down for myself
Stay lonely, lonely by myself
Stay lonely, lonely, by myself, by myself
Yeah, the fattest, mackest
stop (pit stop)
Drop some chicken off, that's a win' stop (wing stop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah
Got the draco in the headlock, tryna
Uh, baby, you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell, I
he wore a vest of red
He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head
He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do,
Of all the Kings
to floss it like a motherfucker, clownin' and shit
Got your Danas on your hooptie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If
of those
Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
I make some thought-provoking shit
Y'all question whether he falling off
I'ma really
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked
But you already know I got it, you know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Mexico, what's poppin'?
The Wizrd, top shotta
I had to smash lil' shawty with my
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
of those
Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
I make some thought-provoking shit
Y'all question whether he falling off
I'ma really
be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
brand together, there ain't no stopping this sh-
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision
If you got
!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
walk, you can crawl
Get carried off by the law
But you will get the hell out of here
You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
But you
mistake cause when your fuckin with us we cant be stopped
were on top poppin off right now whilin out
fucking with us you will be dealt with your head cut
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
What we gotta do right here is go back, back to the top
I love the way you make me feel
I love it, I love it
I love the way you make me feel
I
make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach
I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots
454, I'ma keep it on stock
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