Lyrics:
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
will dance, you'll never crush me
(Crush you)
OHH NO! I, I will dance! (We will crush you)
And I, sir Nose Junior promise to keep my
Nose out of your
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
are lame?
No octane just can't play the
Game quite the same i'm in the passing lane
Shoooom I go by you like
A Japanese bullet train
I heard you trying
is in your arms
Chorus: 2X
Rap:
It's the time of the year
When I wanna hold you close my dear
Oh no, no, don't get me wrong
The other times are
might get stuck
Attempted one eight seven and he a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no chokin'
I
might get stuck
Attempted one eight seven and he a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no chokin'
I
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn
a nickel-plated triple beam
Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with
Taught a nigga how to get to funk when it jump
If static jumped off, then I
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss
Because I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting silly
I've got
the cause
Then I dip and I leave no trace
You the menace to society
Vandalizing our community with lawless immunity
Unity for the masses
Before the masters
with no regrets, yep, that's a fun flex
The funk flexer who's done better, the jetsetter
With the one melody and drums than the best ever
Sorry, looking
By building robots to solve the curiosity of time
You're far to cool to be an earthling
We don't remember how to smile
We still remember laughter
a home in the deep
Cause Oklahoma don't sleep
Give into the shoes with no feet
King got beat
Tonight the tiger weeps
Leakin' the water from the dew in
I got no regrets cuz I'ma ride it If it's time for me to go, just do it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been sippin' on that water, slow that shit, ain't got me
blue, no
Super Love
You lift my sadness into fun (not sure he says fun--K)
Baby thanks to you it's
Super Love
You're like a flower into dove (not sure he
mention that I've been blessed by god
And I'm down for anything that makes life less hard
No matter where you are it can happen to anybody
It's how it
the middle like a fullback
It's my drug, head to head contact
Mack 11, my best friend in full effect
That's the beat that you been lookin' for, no pussy
your mouth, yeah I expect them,
To be juggle, jiggle, wiggle, and shakin',
Ain't no fakin', 'cause I'm down for pussy dickin'.
Got my dick in yo'
F/ Sen Dog
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say
when time was invented
I stick by decisions
Not too concerned with how you feeling (No, no, no)
Expanded my vision
I start to see rise in beginnings
I'm
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
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