Lyrics:
Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip
With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya
All soldiers from my first generation just in
shit was directed to the Dwele G
While at the same time grimmin at my ex lady
Lazy I think you better call security
Thangs bout to get shady at the H.P
playin' man bring it back down
Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
Saturdays P. Caliwood
With his thugs in the whip they
the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
(Friday) Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
(Saturday) Saturdays P
listening to her nose
I'm listening to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm listening to them O's go chop!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin' on the block, summertime
I call
I flown
I symbolize the skull and the cross bones
S to the O-you, P to the izzay
Sharp like the blade that stabbed the back of the OJ's
[Chorus]
play guitars but
P-E-A-C-H-E-S plays guitar
I play guitar, that's right
I play guitar
Well you may not play guitar but I play guitar
And I love
to cook, I mean it's
Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that
Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions
And I don't want to loose my spot
'cause
it? (we can dig it)
Can y'all dig it? (we can dig it)
Can you dig it? (we can dig it)
Can y'all dig it? (we can dig it)
W-H-double-O-M-P as I flow
2 p o w e r s
baby come out the blue
youʼre the whole world to me
plus itʼs better to be as two powers
together through the blue hours
until the sun
h o o p s
donʼt worry about it, i can stop on a dime
turn it around and any old time
shake out the tangles from across the line
on my way to see
soft
p o o r c o n d i t i o n
poor condition
strong connection
itʼs still moving through the wires
just keep turning round the dials
while the hiss is
Sa-Fire “Don't Break My Heart Lyrics”
Writers:O. Santana, C. Rodgers, P. Schwartz
Publisher:Cutting Records Music (ASCAP)
You, you keep on trying,
du Seuil, 1973, p 113)
Carl:
Tu y comprends quelque chose?
Livia:
C’est une histoire de vert et de lumière.
[Scène A: En mission]
Carl:
Je viens
Got the fork for the four course meal
Place the forcefield 'round the passion
If you wield the weapon, then stash it
P-E-A-C-E, be easy
If you
Teleported, start spreadin' his wings
Flap to the sky
Just when P give me the word
I'ma clap 'em 'til he die
It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
Three
eva see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trapper John, 'cause I MD
And I do surgery on the nigga for free
When it come to that Tae Bo
We
The fuck you niggas wanna do? (Mobb Niggas)
They call me the P nigga
We Infamous Mobb nigga
We could only get bigger (Mobb Niggas)
We the number one team
We
lie, really feeling more like peedi C-R-A-C-K
It's just lil' me, P-A-T-R-I-C-K
Look, ayy, I'm just a local guy that happen to vocalize
Your favorite
bop
B-boy on the block, pop P-Lloyd
Nine o'clock in the seat and groin
Passing the door strapped to the inseam of
My loins, addin' on, yo
Vagabond, rap
passing storey
The more glorious
The elevator stops at P
You walk with the maître d’
Through the inevitable hush
Until you’re cornered
In the best of all
hate that
Let my birds fly last LP
Some ain't came back
My hat says LA (don't hate) the downshift
Watch the P car getaway, don't hate the fact
That it's
Yo, listen (Sean P)
This my story I'm sticking to it
Who this? Sean Price, groovy shit
Catch a body cop out to a two to six
Lesser charge
Yo don't
for mine
Buck 50 cross the face for
Niggas thinkin' they rhyme
It's nothin' to end your life
PF, Tone Toca and Kimbo Price! P!
Yeah man that's what I'm
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