Lyrics:
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist
But a secular artist posing as a christian artist?
Excuse me Mr. Franklin
Remcg his work
You been doin' music as long as you could talk and walk
You work with other artists, but you really don't even need to
You really doin' them
(yeah, yeah)
(Desires for what you have, okay)
So, as He works deep in your heart
As you call out to Him, and say
I'm here doin' it, man
Help me want
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
Early in the mornin'
They doin' it
Alright now they doin' it
Sock it to me
Alright now
They doin' it
They doin' it
Popcorn nah
Come on
They doin' it
of, you know, the artist's journey
You know, and why we do what we do
And that's a really big thing for me as of late
Like, not doin' work to feel
[Bridge:]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla' at the d.j.
Come on d.j. put
Lawdy lawdy dah,
Funky stuff
Doin' it doin' it
When you left me outside, I be losin' my mind
It's gonna cost you to be great
You will have to sacrifice something to be great
trends
Love to the artists, in fact they be the smartest
If they business is tight
'cause keep it real means moving the cash markets
And constantly
the same)
Sisters are doin' it for themselves
Ah there was a time, ah when they used to say
That behind every great man
There had to be a great woman
Look what you're doin', I'm feeling blue and lonely
Would it be too much to ask of you
What you're doin' to me?
You got me runnin' and there's
the same)
Sisters are doin' it for themselves
Ah there was a time, ah when they used to say
That behind every great man
There had to be a great woman
let me cut this off, man, and just say this last thing
Whatever your talent is, whatever it is that you do
Just keep doin' what you're doin', man
Good artists copy great artists steal
the volume to what I'm sayin'
U'd catch me dead before you catch me
Doin' anything but the...
Jughead (Jughead)
Yeah, we gettin' funky in the house tonite
My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin' on your bed on your back?
' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Dancing a little smidgeon of
The kind of ballet
Sweeps me away
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
Doin' the (coo, coo) pigeon
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
doin' baby
Don't stop, keep movin', keep groovin'
Come on join the party, let the bass line pump you
Bring your body over, baby let me bump you
I know I
by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that we want to ...
It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
Doin' the things that we
still broke
We lighting candles in the house 'cause the lights off
The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
Bought me a Chevy, got a grill,
Nasty Nas, one of the youngest artists out right now, who's doin' this thing, new artist
Who's keepin' it live, keepin' it real
This is Nasty Nas
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