Lyrics:
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
I'd like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite sou
Introducing the world's greatest entertainer
The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself
've begun to grind my teeth
I cannot find relief
And the world doesn't seem to be happening
Because the drum I beat isn't heard by anyone
For I am weak
brought some Macallan 18
I brought some Jordan SBs
And 6ix turns over and says, "Hey, I think I got a beat for Ultra 85"
He plays it, Logic goes crazy,
and the beat was by Trackster
Title of the song was "Po Pimp"
I said, "Ooh, snap"
I told 'em I'm about to jack
Spit it funky like I'm a mack
I'ma come off
the beat, baby came to get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
(ian hunter)
No wheels to ride
No wheels to travel
No tracks to take on down
The road I walk is getting heavy
But I must still go on
And in
[Chorus]
I'm smokin dro, choppin o's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin o's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat
woo-woo
Woo-woo, ch'boogie, choo-choo, choo-choo, ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, jack
Gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live the life
God, look at me
I can't hear the chorus
Bring that chorus in
Oh wait
He's one
He's, he's one
I'ma stay here regardless
Every time I snap on a track
You D bag you act like you’re seeing a ghost
Nope, it’s me OGM AD and I’m still a beats
And the word on the street y’all
About to catch a bad boy
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
my first big lie
Later we walked the tracks
Passing the bottle back and forth
Talking about the girls
Saying one day we'll move up north
We know what
the fat beat, you need stamina like an athlete
Unique, continue the future technique to full heat, let the microphone burn when i speak
Alright, now were
Check mein Heat
Hitta im the man ja ich sex den Beat
Do what i can in der Factory
Hitta im the man hör den Track repeat
Bitch ich fick dein Rap
Du
the fact
Well she find a new love and it's holding her back
That is why I'm standing by myself on the railroad track
Boop boop bop, heart a beat non-stop
Stone.
Yeah.
There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard
The West coast warlord, and the future is today
Cause tomorrow, that shit never come
I worry
crime in the city"
Said the cop on the beat
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
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