Lyrics:
grandpa died
He looked me right straight in the eyes
Said here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life
You'll need a hero
you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
to go[00:32.92](It's the) Freeway Shuffle[00:36.58]Under the LA sky as the city flies by[00:40.75]The Highway Hustle[00:44.81]In the city at night, under the neon
walking hand in hand)
I wish you were here
(they take one look at me and seem to understand)
This city of light is a lovely sight
The first bright star I
I've been sipping on that mud
It just kicked in
I got gas in my blunt
It just kicked in
42 in my cup
It just kicked in
Popped a pill now I'm stuck
represent light and darkness, ""good"" and ""evil"" we can use the concept of Manichaeism to exemplify better.
But the project in general is to show both
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
second blinded by the light
Take a chance on the midnight dance, talk about livin' hell
There's one or twenty losers trapped in the Tropicana Motel
Which shone within the sun where I went in
To be revealed by light and not by color!
""But if warm Love disposes and imprints
The clear-cut vision
of dust on the console
So you can do this, light up, and smoke, yo, cause I'm no joke yo
I might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit when you go in the booth
recognizable names in the genre
Dr. J, Eazy-E, Ice Cube, MC Ren, DJ Yella, and the D.O.C
When Straight Outta Compton was released in 1988, the album spoke about
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Artist: Ketchup
Album Title: Colombiana
Track Title: Level On God
Track No: 1
Heyo Skilah
Why You Make Them Wait So Long For A Real Song
Give It
backed by some
Billy Goats who know my stats
And they
Everybody knows with each level Comes a new devil
Levels to this shit
Devils in this bitch
Everybody
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
tomorrow,
Funk will be in sorrow.
Who's gonna take it to the next level?
Must be the chosen one, but not the devil.
So shake that thing, baby.
Shake,
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Director: Adam Ford
Executive Producer: Adam Ford
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couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
KNOWS HOW TO LIVE, HA! HA!...
STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO STOP THAT SMOKING,
STOP, BEFORE THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN.
YOU WON'T BE BLUE.
STOP, IN THE NAME
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
There was this girl I used to see
Down on 42nd street
She'd walk by on her way to work
And make the air smell so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
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