Lyrics:
hangin
What earthquake say is wrong in a relationship
We a corporation lets take over the nation
Let me get up with u girl
Don't be trippin on yo guy
Christmas time, yeah get lit
It’s that time of year so don’t throw a fit! (Uh!)
Come and jam with me in the tunnel of lights
Hands in the air with me in
jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings
G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'
If I up with this bitch, Better run, Better duck
If he ducked all them shots then you know that shit luck
Pump up the jam (Pump it up, Pump it up
Ran through the city like a savage
Caught me a cutie with a nice little booty
I'm breaking her down
Twisting her, swishing
I'm lighting her up
She
just say
It's another fucked up phase
And I'm not fucking okay
This mind is something of a catastrophe
You want answers
Don't bother asking me
Let's just
with you
Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright)
Gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit
"Come on, Toto... !") and having a nice time with his little accordion ("Toto... !"), and this weird wind came up ("Toto... !"), direct from Glendale
Shit got to be in you, from the mind to the muscle
JAM
Got to get up out the struggle
Started with a book bag, now I got a duffle
In this life you either
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
I'm after Drake's fortune
Cause this is not a Thief's end
Falling off the ledge then ending up in the Deep-End
Swimming with the sharks
As I pick apart
bother me no more
Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slo' mo'
Probably look nice on low pro Yokohamas
With 20-inch chromes pokin' out 'em
bother me no more
Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slo' mo'
Probably look nice on low pro Yokohamas
With 20-inch chromes pokin' out 'em
they nice, I know I'm better (JAMS, JAMS)
Let's talk real life
Who really putting that shit together? (Who else?)
All I can think about when I wake up
didactic
But this low I've been feeling
Makes me wish I were plastic
Oh it'd be nice
To be adored by you
Oh it'd be nice
Nice nice
To be adored by you
Pile
glitters hard drive
Certified Wise throws a jam that's so hot it'd
Make a married man give up his annual blowjob
You better show something, with heading no
summertime
If you're thinking 'bout me quite a lot I hope its something nice
Get it right I'm running to the light man
It costs to be the boss and what's
Holding three carats, platinum
With the Rolly to match
I do it to be the best, money's nothing to me
Got it all and want more, how hungry are we?
Yo what's up Blastmaster KRS One, this jam is kicking
Word, yo what up D-Nice?
(Yo what's up Scott La Rock?)
Yo man we chilling just funky fresh
it
Can I get something what you sippin' on
What's up with it
By the way you twerk it you can ride me long
What's up with it
And you can ride me 'til
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
Never know love, but you do know lies
Said it must be nice
Baby tell me what you want from me
Is it passion, is it love, you see
I think its something
Shooting up black folks left and right
People out here die every night
Mama worried about me all the time because I'm grinding
Trying to make a move
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