Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
from dreaming...
Then I woke up from dreaming
OLD BRUSH ARBORS
(Darrell Edwards - G. Ardis)
« © '66 Glad Music »
(Old Brush Arbors by
Ooh yeah bitches drop for the crew yeah
That's us
Icey nigga no flu yeah
Racks up she don't talk she just do yeah do yeah
Do it for me keep it
and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
and take man for a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
See the bars I write, they're like scriptures
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
couldn't ask for more
It's an old school cut from '82
Done funky fresh by the Wreckin' Cru
So if you'll listen close you'll surely find
You're listening
want to see
Bring the kid and carry me
Rig it with the closeness
Hang my bones.
Submitted by Rene
GOING BLIND:
And I know how it's to be
draw your inspiration from
When you're creating your music?
MGK: You know, it's funny on my last
Album, I wrote the song "27
" and I was talking about
hoops just to say you can do shit
Like bust guns you're the reason why I pray for this music
Every track you ever lay getting muted
Every stack you
finish your schooling and go do your masters
I swear you're funny mumsy, but my passion right now is requiring THAT BAG
Shout to Bagsy, you get it,
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
from the skit
My life is like a broadway play
That you'll never have a part in
I mean you'll still be on set
Wondering whats coming next
Cause you'll be
your music getting sold now
Have you ever heard the dope sounds
Homie really you a pro now
Nah really you's a pronoun
No sleep from the side effects
So
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
suck a cock fuck off this for the ones that stood by me from the start forever kaliwood for when we're in the class I don't care about beef I leave that
And all those sensitive kids thinking they are something
Got some growing up to do, before they start all this
Trying to get by as the time it tick tocks
and coolin’
Move you with music produced by who shhhh
Round my house for half six
Making the pies flip
Five eights from a half ounce
Flow as the time ticks
Doin my thing, kid
(What's all this rhymin about God
What you're tryin to do, man?)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(You a reverend or something?
Tryin
you're my slave like some caveman
From the flintstone cartoon program Like you use like you're music the same pc program like
You sniffing some hoe ass
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