Lyrics:
v, you know what I mean
To t.j. swan, you know what I mean
And to scoob and scrap, you know what I mean
To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what I
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
him, run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold, like four
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J
This shit could make a thug cry
J Von
I've been ridin' with different pistols
Bro gone, I'm like why, just hold on
Let me get that boy for 30
clothes you cant tell by the tag
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my
seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole
I'm talkin murda on that pussy, I'm a goon bitch
You spend the night, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Move quick, that go a rack
Bust it ho, you
by the fours
so in other words, nah man, skip the explanation
see that what the rewind's for, so be patient
'cause this is the direction that my pen
tougher than iron
And everything I do it big I'm talking Christopher Wallace
So much money on me that it won't fit in my wallets
And these are Rock
A yo wassup, what's good, what's good (A yo wassup, wassup)
It's J Dawoon track
How does it feel, let's get it
모두 준비가 됐어 check on
머리부터 발 끝 다
keeps, we ain't running no scrimmage
Got yo' text, ima act like I didn't
See no cap, unless I rock my fitted
Made one of one, ain't nowhere I fit in
Say
cunt
Real hip-hop is not what they want
No faux never gon front
Shout out to all my day ones
Brenden and Amo, J-Remy and dem
Rock with my ninjas not
poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Ayo,
rocks real hard
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
God damn right, the L-O-are-D, J-A-M-A-are
Says peace and Allah you Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin
they holla, don’t let go
It’s your time, let ‘em know
(E&J:
Hey Nneka
Call in from New York
And give them a little something)
Verse 2 (Fresh Ink
j’étais
Ce n’est pas mon vrai visage
Tout découle des pyramides
Mes chakras désalignés
Perdu dans une vie rapide
Nightlife by myself
La suite de la folie
glow?
The devil tried running but he ain't get away
Trapped with this tunnel vision, no peripheral
Side by side with all the zombies and spirits tho
They
a snake in my
Attends attends attends
Okay never mind I got it
In Montreal, I Milly Rock (fiou)
2b hide it in his sock (damn)
It's twelve o'clock (huh?)
Focus
I need your focus, ya
Turnt up wit my gang yea we get geeked get so lit ya
Always been 10 toes stay with my gang no folding
Tryna rock all
still let her suck this ten foot dick
Joe C. I'm a crazy hit
Down with Kid Rock in this South Park flick
I don't know much but Iknow this shit
Kyle's mama
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