Lyrics:
Fruity Loops lookin' like Tetris
I want to be Pharrell so
Bad I got the haircut
I want to be Pharrell so bad
I cut the drums out
And put my own verse
woah
Woah woah
Woah woah
Go and flip his whip if he try to play it dumb
We get active bro gone Rock out with them drums
Rock out with them drums so
bitch
Summer time we be bringing out the drums bitch
hopping out the car watch me strike a pose
Came up out the bottom
On my momma
Would wear my brother
Slo-Mo
She shake that ass up in Slo-Mo
VVS on my neck they damn cold
Coupe got frog eyes like a damn toad
Stick with a drum like bongo
Cashin' out I
it break
Left me like I'm a mistake
Now I'm crying out
Beating drums to a sad sound
Took my heart, let it break
Left me like I'm a mistake
Now I'm
a thousand drums
Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt
When there is day in, day out?
Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is
a thousand drums
Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt
When there is day in, day out?
Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is
nigga pull them bands out
Drums out nigga for the crash outs
Bitch too high she done passed out
Yeah hellcat hotbox air it out
I had that lil stick on me
Every beat of the drum
Then go out in the streets
Hear
The voice of America's sons
Turn the radio
On
With every beat of the drum
Then go out in
a thousand drums
Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt
When there is day in, day out?
Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.
Bonfires dot the rolling hills
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound
Somewhere in
gon' hit him like a snare
Pull that drum out it's gon' hit
Never bummed out on my fit
Keep that gun out on my hip
Doing my dirt and I'm doing my dip
I
off your range.
Rub him out of the roll call,
And drum him out of your dreams.
If you laugh at different comics,
If you root for different teams,
out a message ah)
Ah, ah, a ah, ah ah, ah ah a ah ah ah
Can you hear the sound of drums
Ethiopia, Uganda, Libya, Ghana, Mali, Zimbabwe, Munumustapa,
your touch and you feel mine, tonight
I wanna see your face amongst the crowd
I wanna hear those drums you play out loud
I wanna lose the indecision now
out
100 round drums, .223’s gone play a note
I'm a 38 baby, like a nigga ain’t going broke
Nigga want smoke, swear to God he gone fucking choke
Lil Ace
bout
Slide thru wit sticks and drums we came to rock out
Nigga claim he got the drip
So we bringin mops out
Carbine wit the stock out
Spin and air ya
informants
I know they all listening
You play with one of us
Its on
Yea we all spinning
Drum kickings
Crank out like a band
Yea we all clicking
H: Belle Glade Muck City that's where I'm from, my city might be small but we will beat like a drum, and shout out to my haters who be trying to hold
is aiming at
Get out of the way
Go follow the sun sun
As long as the drum drum is rattling
Get out the way
Remember my name
Anita no!
The night is dark and cold
The strong winds and the rain
Crack the branches upon my window
The devil beats his drum
Casting out his spell
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