Lyrics:
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
new heights
Just Tryna be Like Mike
I was Infected by the Poison
Black Mamba Snake
When I think about it
When I reminess
Count Up All my blessings
Baby
(M-m-m) real nigga walk through, been real
(Dream Team), lot of cake
Coke Boy (Coke Boy baby), Black Bottle Boys, (Bad Boy, ha ha)
Ciroc
sweet
Music ah beat, everybody touch street
Ah me seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it ah burn up the crowd (once again played by the King)
the Black Eyed Pease will bring the action
Everlasting satisfaction
Radioactive highway action
System overload, heavily maxim'
[Chorus x2]
Party People
somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
the parking, burn the coupe
Waiting for the passive income, to income
Making progress bit by bit
That's just what I live from
People ask too much they don't
got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce
got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian sort
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce
Black rain...theres no chance 2 exscape it
You know how it seem like sometimes nothin but bad luck
It just won't go right that's the black rain
no, no, baby
1 |5/7 |
And the postcards you send would never (never) mend
B7d6 |6d7 5d7/7 7d7/#1
The pain in my heart when we're apart
|2-7 1/3 2
All Night Long
By Ken Widis c2017
Am/B/C/EE/Dx2 G EM Am7 G F# Am D Am D Am D G F#E /G
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Twenty-five years ago
Em
certainly by
You as a win over the champion, he still
He still rung the bell
Could be interpreted? He still rung the bell
It was a one two three
That's right
suicide doors leather seats all orange
Black on black Benz
Or it's black on black Beamer
How I'm fitting 5 bitches all 10's two seater
How I'm livin how I'm
done by God's grace
So who really cares if you don't like it anyway
I do my thing, do my thing put two fingers in the air and let them see
Oh, baby
a pornstar
So give me five star
Anytime we pull up baby call your sister
One by one
Two by two
Give you from the front
Girl I give you what you want
Me got
on my toothbrush I'm always fucked up, say I'm doin' too much
And I built it all up to burn it all down
Then I've been on the road, it's number two now
di ditch) get up!
(New York uno better respect 2PAC) outlaw!
(an di yute Big, dem proud to be black)
Thug Life! to die
(Jealousy some of them act
, burns
That ring of fire, that ring of fire
Love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I fell into that
strong
[Chorus: x 2]
You were not by my side
Why aren't you here
We, we can't just let this die
You gotta give our love a try
Oh please be
niggas
They just wanna shun on my niggas
Lock us up and let us burn
Run little piggy, run little piggy
I don't wanna die by a piggy
Run up off his gun run
do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
we're letting it burn
Cremating shit and y'all brought the urn
Beautiful is Black
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Yea
Beautiful is black
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