Lyrics:
His name's Doom
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me he'll get Bizzy
When it comes to poetry he's got plenty
La la la
La la la
can't say that anymore
At home her porch lights burnin' as she fumbles for the key
Tonight she jumps the fences but she didn't quite get free
She's
I get the feeling -- I'm not alone
I get the feeling -- it's someone I don't know
Do you ever have the strange sensation
When you're standing
singing it for your ears
Jump up and down and leave the ground and know that's why your here
And they say down diggey down down, down diggey diggey
singing it for your ears
Jump up and down and leave the ground and know that? why your here
And they say down diggey down down, down diggey diggey
bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
That rooti-tooti, fruity Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe,
bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
That rooti-tooti, fruity Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe,
Yemi Alade
It's Effyzzie baby
Gospel on the beat o
If you get money
You no need to worry
Oya jump on your feet
Make you start to jolly
If you get
a ass if you get caught in the street
Lil Wayne:
Shit, nigga betta hop, skip, and jump on the block
On Tuesdays and Thursdays better run from the block
Nigga, I'm doin' a hundred down Bonley Road (yoom)
Jump out the plaza, I'm on Gresham Road (Gresham)
Then I get fat fish right on Flat Shoals (Flat
and it showers legal nation
Jump with time, so I plant the cultivation
It's Kottonmouth, we get higher elevation
I got a fleet of Mary Jane, light my
bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad
[Krayzie]
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
Nine millimeters, three-eighty's
You're
the packs up
(Yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
I'm in love with the money (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Money money, new money
(Plug) pipe up, yeah, pipe up
Money, new money
I get
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
the whole world burn to see you dance
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
Thought we would die growin' old holdin' hands
This story don't
huh (step up)
Jump in that water, get wet up, huh (wet up)
I like her best friend better, huh
Might let her tote my Beretta
I bet you must heard,
sleep when I can til I have to get up
Here I am, what do you think?
Well, I guess a nod is as good as a wink, yeah
Before you jump, you need to know
wrong or right?
(Civil war)
Rich or poor, urban war
Shit might just jump off tonight
(Civil war)
What side you on when the shit pops off?
Black
It's love, it's hate
It's love again
It's cold, it's hot
It's cold but then
Only we know where we're coming from
When it gets down to one on one
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
with a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robocop
tryna playa hate
While I'm standin here draped in diamonds
I ride with made niggas, some choppin on blade niggas
Survive enemies, Mississippi get paid
hanging out at the back
Till I cruise slide through the dance floor
I've never seen a club so hyped before
Get on the mic if you're raw
Back to back, front
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