Lyrics:
Turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rollin' slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers
Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me
Then come wavin' by me in
boy
Ayy, let me roll the blunt though
Ayy, don't fuck that shit up, you can't roll for shit
Oh, shit, it's BossPlayer (fuck all y'all, I gotta jet)
the floor if you with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me (okay)
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
man
We still turn it up
We're amplified, come alive
Side by side
No matter where it goes
You know we're here for the ride
Who gets to roll like
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
here with me
Give me more than sex, yeah, I need to connect
Don't wanna wake up in the morning feeling sad and regretful
Don't wanna press, but when
lookin' alright, yeah
I got a pocket fulla money
Got me a long night ahead
Quick stop by the bulldog
Score me some panama red, yeah
Oh, wham, bam, oh
Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump NWA, and my tape - fuck it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper
Need a boost
So I gots to pull me some capers
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
made her choice
Her mind was made-up by the sound of her voice
Clear across America tonight
Clear coast-to-coast tonight
She's long gone, she's
They roll the sidewalks in this town
All up after the sun goes down
And say nothin' good happens here
When midnight rolls around
But layin' down
Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a bluejay in my brain
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
Besides, we been down this road one before...
[Chorus]
Just gettin' by on gettin' by's my stock and trade
Livin' it day to day
Pickin' up the pieces
feels so right
Wrapped up under the blankets, all cozy by the fire
As long as you're here, close enough to touch
Well, I love the way you look
Love
in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin Robin scream,
Sleepin' silent in night, you know I got the .40 by me (buck 'em)
Keep her, keep her by my sides, so thick up on me (yeah)
Fast nights get explicit,
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
that hip hop no
but you can call me what you like if you like rock-n-roll
there's a hundred people trying to get in the club
but we walk right by 'em
You want your body control up
Den come and jump on me pole up
Is why you acting so cold up
Hold on make me stone up
And tiger bone up and roll up
and drive
Break it down, I'mma roll up a element
Used to buy all the weed now I'm selling it
Don't be wasting all the
Kush ain't inhaling it
Tell by
.jpg/214px-Jelly_Roll_Morton_(c._1927).jpg "Jelly Roll Morton")
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