Lyrics:
definitely coming if she's coming with me
I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August
See half them girls in your city they probably got on my
black jack in the casino
The man dealing cards, looked like Brian Eno
I ran to tell my bad-bone crew
But by time I got upstairs
They had vacated the room
life did a pass me by
Suh mi jus cut, live life pan e road
Road get nice naah pree fi guh home
Till mi see a man get shot inna him dome
Just because him
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's
right
Well, pick you up at ten, have you home by two
Your mama don't know what's in store for you
But that's alright we're lookin' as cool can be
Well,
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
man (Brian Johnson)
But turn this shit up keep the bottles popping
My album may have flopped but we keep on rocking!
You're at an extremely loud and out
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
the speakers up man
We all in a zone bout to erupt man
None of this is luck man
Passion mixed with action n such n such fam
Can't explain it
Out the shell
Simply
Faan se plaas en almal het ‘n hoofpyn niemand raas
Meneer Brian in die hoof se kantoor
Want die rek punte lyk weer goor
By iemand het die hoof gehoor
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
other pioneer of hip hop is a man who goes by Grandmaster Flash
He was a rapper and a DJ who knew how to turn the average turntable into a musical
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
(Brian, what did you do?)
What 300 did?
300 did what? Ayy (free the guys, nigga)
300 signed Baby Grizz and my nigga Lee (facts)
Shout out
Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Skepta, Roll Deep, yeah
E16, n17, e3, sw9, e14, n13 we do this ting
Rules and regulations
I've been a scholar since ching chang walla
Real life, not
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