Lyrics:
I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
I got a big amount, I took
hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the last one
I'm am the king and this
This is a test
Of the boogie down production
Prevention against sucka MC's
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed
black, Puerto Rican
Is that the main niggas we're speakin' about?
Wear suits and buy and sell corporations
With only one thing in mind
Only one thing
Haven't you heard guys? You can't say Chri-biip-mas you gotta say Holiday
I can't say Chri-biip-mas?
No you might offend somebody.
Who is offended by
to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?
Is this
of George Clooney added in the mix
He's the shit
Everything he does is legit
He can take long bong rips, graph write or kickflip
You should see his bitch
Six oohie, jewels drippin', big toolie
I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick, I made the earth sick
M.J., hem Jay, fade
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
kind
I opened a prayer
That by the Lord's grace you would come my way
And receive love that won't go away
Celebrate this occasion
With gifts
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
expected of anybody
Not even...
This is my dream
I bought it
I bought the product
And now I'm happy
You can believe what you like
It happened
That's all
[La Roux:]
We can fight our desires
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust
But
Fuck the haters, focus on who loves it (for real)
It's a shame to be chasin' love and runnin' right from it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Note to self, come
THE JUDGE AND HIS JURY
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY—THIS IS HOW
THIS IS OUR MOMENT--OUR TIME IS HERE—AND THE TIME IS NOW
LEAD:::::
GOT YOUR HAND ON YOUR HEART FOR
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
bless
Your soul, cause he'll take the rest
The power of the mind should not be wasted
But the agony of defeat is always tasted
By those who chose
like she's sponsored by Mercedes
Dig what I'm sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
I
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast
Ayy, live from the mix, yeah
The HK bussin' like an AK for real
This year tough, I'm tryna stay sane for real
These girls coming with the
Same-same
on my neck
This is the year, place your bets (boy, bye)
Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh (mmh), ooh, ooh (mmh)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Boy,
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