Lyrics:
i'm born to be
and its wild wild wild wild
wild wild wild wild
wild wild wild
ask the angels if theyre startin to move
comin in droves in from l.a.
ask
Danger up ahead of you
Comin' up behind you too
Turn it to the left
Turn it to the right
Now you twist the throttle up
With all your might
Dangerous,
move me
When I'm feelin blue
The guitar is comin through to soothe me...
Thanks for the joy that your giving me
I want you to know I believe in your song
I'm 10 feet tall and bulletproof sick
so when you see me walkin up on you grabbin my dick
you better duck out like a code red alert
cuz I'm comin
(word em up yo)
Hi, my name is Erick, whassup, how y'all doin?
Just coolin like Levert in y'all tennis skirts (word em up)
How bout y'all comin to my crib
to get this all crunk. Pick me up, let me out, blow me up, and bump my music loud. I have too many styles comin out of me everytime I make a track. I hit
unit
This song is bullshit
Comin straight to you from a burnt out boozer
Your dumb little token snoozer
where I'm comin' from
I was the one chosen
I got my own destiny
I need a route to find my life
I just hope my life is 4 u
I just need you next to me
boss
Comin with the hits, all night long
Hot 97, be playing my song
All night long
This is for you Flex
For you Flex
Uhh
Now it's the M.J.B., raw
what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?
I'll be comin' with the prophet posse
Know that gangsta boo
I'm 'bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen
Comin' on strong to me.
They don't know what I'm lookin' for,
They don't know what I need.
They're gonna know when he gets here,
Cause the crowd will be
school
So if you comin' at me, be ready
Cause there ain't no way I'm gonna let somebody play me
We can talk about this, lets talk about it
We can talk
the Byrd Call
If the cops are comin' (what) get to hop and runnin' (run)
Quick and drop that onion (drop it) ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put away that herb
there is profit
Soon there'll be more comin' through.
“I better go check my investment,”
He winked at me slyly
Give grandpa a kiss
His whiskery cheek
A - 2x)
(Chorus B)
Call your boys cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
Should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight
You're goin' solo
Cut
deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter,
hide
Make way for the music when you
hear it comin'
Nobody can stop me
nothing gonna slow me down (oh no)
The bouncy spicy rhythm got
your heart
I do.
71 open up when they say Kolgate comin through. I got that fire,
bring the heat. I got the flow, you bring the beat, what's that
knockin down ya
She's a lover, not a fighter.
Next war, don't invite her -
She won't be comin' 'round your door.
Let's bypass all this sorrow,
Dead end this regret.
bullshit crew, kid I thougt ya knew how us lb's do
We comin thru, a 1000 ghetto men
We creap, so don't sleep
I'm stayin out of sight, only at night is when I
not to stare
On the edge of town by the railroad tracks
Sun's a comin' up, flowing down our backs
Sitting on the corner, feelin' the rhythm
buck up
Leather Face, do you got my back, boy?
Don't act up, comin' at ya
Mo Thug be platinum
They don't explain why you're hoverin'
over Cleveland in
a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops
With the white rocks comin' through in the new blue drop
I be able
Will:
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y
By Sattidy I larned a thing or two
'Coz up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin
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