Lyrics:
helped me out
With this album, Temoc, Najee
E-Money, e'ry body that gave me a feature
And everyone else, and I'd like to give a special thanks
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
through them all
'Cause I defeat when I compete
Something else is quite contrary
I'm the best just confess
Nothing else is necessary
Tito, by now you know
was me, Ant Banks and Shorty be
All we need to do is find my nigga PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him
It was me, Ant Banks and Shorty be
All we need to do is find my nigga PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
On the funky fresh
up everybody
We came here to party, so get up everybody
Well my name is J-Ro I came to rock the world
And my name is Lil Tone I got all
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
The Greatest
I'm not intrigued by your celebrity A-list just a Del The Funky Homosapien playlist to get me through my day
Bird’s-eye view catch all this
Sticks,
video bam
But after that nothing else
90 percent of your whole album na form someone else (Ole)
Tune no be your own
Instrumental no be your own
But thank
and Scrap'n
And anybody else dancin'
Only thing you can do off this, is, the "Mudd Foot"
So c'mon, do the Mudd Foot
Yo, I, see, you know I been here
I
you brand new
I'm proud of you dear
There's nothing you not allowed to do here
Listen to me, the infinity tattoo is a key
Let go to my rhyme
Crooked smile, under pressure, glad to be
Inspired by many, any comparison is flattering
Your attempt to shame, hilarious
Here's to hoping my response is
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
Hello
Let me introduce myself
My name is Jesus with the three before the E
This here is a song talking all about me
I'm a ninety's baby and I was
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
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