Lyrics:
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music
time[00:33.07]Okay, now me and my niggas[00:34.21]We walk it down[00:34.88]I spray that Glock, don't make a sound[00:36.30]Suppress the bitch, you goin'
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
to dance you got to dance when you hear the music
You got to move you got to move you got to move when you hear the music
Ooo sure wanna kiss you ma
You
("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music")
Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin, got
to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass.
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
We had flames comin' from out
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
mad bout a bitch
But not at them niggas
That shot at you
I bond out hit the streets
Cop me a couple ps
You ain’t have no bond
Got out You a rat huh
Dats
could ride the wave)
Im fishing (Throw in the rod I'm craving)
Yeah i'm fishing (Sushi, lobster, oyster, crab)
I'm fishing (Sushi, lobster, oyster, crab)
Cruisin'
Oh, yeah, we cruisin', cruisin'
Through the lot I'm groovin', and hot rods I'm pursuin', yeah
Chevys and them Lacs, yeah, I like the Way they
[00:12.85]制作人 Produced by Double_G
[00:19.32]Jump out of the window i can catch u
[00:24.20]别把妈妈爸爸吵醒 他们还没有睡熟
[00:29.26]你坠入我的怀中 lets go
to the movies
But now I have to crawl
On my hands and knees to make you see
That life is passing us by
Come on press the starter James
Come on give it a try"
not Cupid
She fuck with Rod Wave I'm dying in these cubans
We step outside we bring them Glocks out know we suited
If you make a move, we uping tool so
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music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
grooving
Slowing time down wondering if we still moving
Ocean to my right, at night that's my music
In Rythm with my wave, call it fluent
Influenced by
faded
She was a witness to the strength the long beach sound created
By now, without music she'd go out of her mind
Deep in her soul where these melodies
(fuck D12)
Time for me to go solo and make some loot (yeah)
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack
(fuck D12)
Time for me to go solo and make some loot (yeah)
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack
by the whips
They keep the heaters near meters
In case you pussies trip
See I?m so gutter and gullie
And I can make it ugly
I know these
and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good
Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale
Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he
him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
it on God me and Leek ride with the rod
We probably gon' pick up yo' bitch
Leeky trappin' hard
That's on my momma if 12 get behind us we dodging that
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