Lyrics:
of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly
When girls stop by
For the summer
For the summer
I like girls that
Wear Abercrombie
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
Glamour ain't so glitz
His checks unsmudgeable the shit is so rich
Forget magazines cop his album from go-gets
$2500 bapes of ostrich all that double are
sing
You can sing gospel, you can sing rock and roll
God gave you that song to sing
And every song he gave you so far
It became a hit
And you've been
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle, spirutal
but everybody's rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never
know my life
I know your Momma nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, as they prepared for their journey and waved 'Goodbye,' and slipped the surly bonds of Earth
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I
answers don't come to me
Instead of a future I've got a guitar
But dreaming out loud won't get me far
Still I feel I'm ready for rock 'n roll
There
[Beanie Sigel]
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die
respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig
the classic albums from the past
They want no competition!
Play it fast
Play it hard
And rock 'n' roll will never die!
Play it fast
Play it hard
And rock
through it, right
And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell you, he'll tell you man
I just, I went through them motherfuckers I
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen
Coe with No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
timer, gold miner
Spread love to golden glove, foamed up
Blood, hibernatin' with snubs, never rock Lugz
Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub'
Bugs,
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
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