Lyrics:
ton fruit power
Tu m'en parleras entre deux amaretto sours
Tes B et D et C
M'ont survitaminé
T'es si pétillante qu'une Mentos ferait exploser
J'aimerais
sucking my D
C*m on her face and I leave
Rapping on beats,I be doing with ease
I’ve got some hits and I’ve got more than 3
Step in the building I bring in
très peu d’émotion c m’a dit Ak6
J’connaissais la calle t’étais mon refrai mais tout est brisé
J’aimais la calle mais j’ai priorise le papiers
Ouais je
and Alabama
Did the ink pad bounce through Atlanta
I be rapidly runnin through chocolate cities
Like Philly, D.C., Cincinnati, and M.D.
And Jersey, Lord have
and Treachery's both down with me
The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.
Whether urban or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd resurrect the where-we-from amensia,
S a l í d i s p a r a d a c o m o u n r a y o e l é c t r i c o
O l o r e s q u e s e a g o l p a b a n e n t r e v i v o s r e
we in the skies, blue skies
And we going higher, that's right
It all started with a dream, I wanted to be Run–D.M.C
The Lord put the blessing upon
Come on, yeah
I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will rock
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C., and that American pimp
pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., "Tougher Than Leather"
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will
and Baby J"
"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
Hit it hit it
When we get on the mike we'll be number one
Even top D.M.C. and Run
Everybody's really
a record of some type"
I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
We did a few shows
"I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king" -
Run-D.M.C. (4X)
[Slick Rick]
Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in
Now let
hope it's a dream
G d g see f#m
Nothing makes sense, everything's tense
Bm d
Wish I could say what it meant
G see d see
Took a long look down
the delphonics in a glowing room with black lights
Colt 45 had me sportin a wig like billy dee
I was a melle mel fan, always bumpin run-d.m.c.
We stuck together
and Baby J"
"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
Hit it--hit it
When we get on the mike we'll be number one
Even top D.M.C. and Run
Everybody's really
enough ugh
I pray my heart is D.M.C. and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
la lune j'vas t`appeler galaxie
J`avais un peu d`rancune mais c`étais bien choisis
Aujourd'hui je l`assume car c'est mon nom d`M.C
Je suis fort dans
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holdin' dat
Face all on V-H
Paid great till this day
Been in love wit the mic since Run D-M-C "Walk this way, Talk this Way"
Cause I'm gangsta
"Dang god you tryin' to take a nigga arm"
We're like a brick, when we come smashin' through
A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you
We're straight thugs over
Jams' -> Run-D.M.C.}
{Daddy Rich continues to flex skills}
[Nice] DJ D.R.
[Serch] We are collectin
[Nice] the papes
[Serch] of the drapes
[Nice]
C Bm E
your making it pay, you're making today
Outro:
Bm/D C#m Bm7 E/A
A Bm
Run-D.M.C.
To all the girls and boys, like to make noise
Crazy gents, spendin' dollars and cents
Women and men that borrow and lend
And all the children
RUN-D.M.C
Looked just like me
God bless ya, heart
I owe everything I am to all of you
I was made in the eighties (ah yeah, ah right)
Made in the eighties (ah
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