Lyrics:
Been all around the world here's a souvenir
I'm in Aruba with the coolest scuba gear (you mean scuba gear?)
Yeah homie, dive in, I be in the penthouse
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
and get up, I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, here we go
Sit right back and hear
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone
and bounce around, now do the brown
Rock it, pop it, don't stop it, I want to knock it, yeah
Open up and lemme come inside, take me on that donkey ride
I
just how I rock
Sipping on lean that wock
Been around the block
Streets just not my bop
Soon be at the top
Niggas they pray I flop
I hit all her spots
Do
good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near
to these hoes, they always gon' miss me
Wisdom of solid men, I'm always gon' listen
Saint Michael and Saint Jermaine always protect me (protect)
It's
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
off the mic
Cause with a fake MC, a song's never complete
You'd better learn to rap like me
Whenever I rap, you call it noise
I'm tearing up shit
man Michael bivins
I smack em up, flip em and then shove em down
Huh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don't be fuckin' around
To rip this microphone like this
Thriller
I know a few smooth criminals turned killers...
Zips $180 flat half cost a bean
Half I'm a rock, the other half's for the team
Half I won't touch
rock my world
Pretty as a Butterfly so what it do baby
You match my fly, I wanna fly with you baby
Ain't nobody on Earth like my girl
Michael Jackson
All I do is shots shots shots, I don't use no cup or no mixer
I rock all my clothes like a hipster
And I rock them shades like a G
That girl be
young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
Bring
Hook Two: Meth
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die
Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me
If
owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn
A tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn
You will find the key to life is checking for you
you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over
then I'mma eat it I'mma beast and I'm conseded I have yet to be defeated naw I'm indefeated that's a hard days work boy don't make me pull your skirt
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin'
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