Lyrics:
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
to smithereens, we was never folks
If we fell out over this lil' cream
Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams
We live like Kings, and die like fucking
to smithereens, we was never folks
If we fell out over this lil' cream
Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams
We live like Kings, and die like fucking
I'm ready to thump and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out and laugh about it in Texas, yo
And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit the spot,
reckless, uh
My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to who turned around told me fuck you
If you don't heal what
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
live it
Get to da money by da bundle how I spend it
All my cars tinted but dey kno who? s in it
Same cool dude on da mic givin? you da bidness
The brase
This song was written by our friend Keith Gattis
An amazing songwriter, singer and guitar slinger
We lost Keith way too soon
He wrote this song
of blood excites me
Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch it bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn'ta been around, I went all
particular
point in time to sell out four nights in a row at the Long Beach arena in Los f'king Angeles. Somewhere
close anyway, a stone's throw down the road.
much darker
Boogie Down Productions
Is made up of teachers
The lecture is conducted
From the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker?
The king
hustles came in different forms
Started with the pies, real ones lost lives
Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized
I buckled down in a Porsche
King,
L.A. Riots, down to Rodney King,
Vince is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing again my friend,
been on that, because it's f'king great. And we
decided actually, when we heard the soundtrack we were really so tempted to realease it as a live album
that for an opener, or a punch in the chops would be good. You know. Number Of The Beast,
'Arry Harris composition again, Remember Tomorrow live
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
See I'm a Texas mothafucka yeah I'm Texas raised
I'm from the city by the sea and we still choppin blades
Hittin corners, serving fiends in homies
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
Mighty or small
We're gonna have a ball
Do the Boogie
Do the Lone Star Boogie
They boogied in Houston
They did the Truck Stop Rock
Down in Port
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
Well den a nuff ghetto youths dat got no place to go
Live night and day roaming in di ghetto
Most ghetto youths ain't got no place of their own
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