Lyrics:
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes
Vibrate go on and light up
Vibrate
Vibrate
Vibrate
Vibrate go on and light up
I'm waiting for a message
That's been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
the vibe)
And when the album been applied
We gonna see that shit worldwide
Okay baby, Let's go for a ride (Wroom)
We don't need nobody on our side (Side)
go and add it up
And when you hear album knocking gone and back it up
Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Grab the wrap, pack it up.
Fuck all of you
people like with nothing to go on. The first album is normally a way of just putting the name out there and trying to stand out and form substance. There's
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
ziomek, pеwnie pokochasz moje kung-fu
Tu każdy punch to klasyka gatunku
Liryczny Bruce Lee, gram w ping pong nunchako
Nadzieja na to, by znów hip-hop miał
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
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
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