Lyrics:
Party people are you with me?
Are you with me party people? (Repeat: x 4]
To the beat y'all and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make
and Alvarado, pull over by the wall
I'm a jump out the cab
And cop this eight ball
Le vendí polvo a los güeros
Están locos los cabrones
Son los más cocodrilos
is prominent
By far a superior hominid
Judgement of Solomon
Cut the baby in half
This track aint stand a chance
In a trance
Display the wraith
In
cut up wit another lyrical piece of glass
Gettin thrown from the dome of T-Bone
To all them rappers sayin that my GOD is not real
But they dont be
wasn’t even 10 yet
Hadn’t even picked up a pen yet
Already had a mean 6 step
Before the move had a name
I was down by law paid dues in the game
I knew
like me unless I'm driving something pricey [repeat x1]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
(ay) Okay so know it's getting crucial
I feel like your comments
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
a different universe
My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,
I come from a backwater town in the hills of Tennessee
So poor we had no radios till 1983
Everybody bean pole thin starving families
Third world
won't give up
Radio soul antennas
Radio to lift spirits
Call sign commando
M.O. is independence
Scream till the walls fall
Dissolve all the limits
Ten on the drop start another verse sailing
Never sell the soul, sold out vinyls on release
Waiting on the day the true cost in the conversation
Terminator X and
scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem
My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream
I'm not down with the East West coast
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
Now what sound of my d.j cuts
Terminators back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin' disco raps used to be
along cap
There a knife in my swiss army hat
With the blade I cut the rope
(Man your secret services spy hats dope)
I radio'd for back up cars
So we
money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties. Now I'm on another mission with my money on my mind,
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
and set designing
Then moving like I sold ten million records in record timing
I did, then I kept on climbing
I started at ninety and ran the plays
the First Day of Class
I'm in LA we trapping some gas
I got 10 in this messenger bag
I went shopping I felt kinda mad
She been looking at me since I came
cut by razor blades,
He’ll be more then grazed as he ache eating shitty crepes!
So decapitation is demonstrated in this state of rage,
Afterward
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
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