Lyrics:
the BDI Thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu, so show a nigga love
Outlaw!
in the strip club
In Miami at 11, man, they show me love (yeah)
In the corner with a Instagram modeler
Twenty thousand ones, DJ hit the red alert
You know you love it
I know you love it
We know you love it
You gotta love it
I say DJ DJ
What
Hit em with a replay replay
What
I dont care what he say
met one
Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
or get ate like oats and barley
Save
and then kick the dyke off
Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
And we blast until cover
Make you see
to perfect this art,
When Next left the group it near broke my heart,
But then Debris stepped up as the DJ,
A super team spearheaded by PJ,
Chasing dreams like
how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
Nigga we don't play that shit, and spray that clip
You frontin ass nigga, we slay that kid
We never drink
What you say hammer? Proper
Where are the real women?
This raps grand national dJ Quik and Jon B
I ain't down to Earth I'm in
A stratus and I love
Pick it up from the start or we've nowhere to go
Quick with the rhythm ain't no taking it slow
Got a need that I feed now by hitting the road
And I'm
wait for your call its 2 am and were still on the phone
Hanging out at the mall oh that old picture show
I reach for your lips girl first taste of love
wait for your call its 2 am and were still on the phone
Hanging out at the mall oh that old picture show
I reach for your lips girl first taste of love
at the shawty chillin' by the dow man,I'm really into her perssona cause she don't be takin' drama but she thick when I ask her where she get then she say she get
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
Royce showin love
went to Miami and bought a Lambergini on dubs
niggas ridin buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin
and my baby momma
I'm down
And think I'm gonna lose control
Music's on it
Shows that nothing is in impossible
It fills your soul and my mind with harmony
Ooh-hoo
the dawn of the mummy (The mummy rap)
Ramesses the Third
We come to this horror disco, cos we love to party
Old school style wrapped head to foot, it's
Mmmmmm yeah
Shawty shawty what's your name
Girl I'm glad that you came
Can I talk to you so I can show you all the finer things
I see you with
Whine baby, show me that your whine am well
Yeah, show me that your whine am well, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never knew about you so well
But money make
I heard you think you got Saved by the Bell
Well class is over baby
Promise if you show that I won't tell
So bring it over baby
I don't care what
bygones
She got a real glow
Watch the whole room light up
Whenever she smiling
Steal the whole show
Yeah you know she gone wind up
DJ play the right
or love it
We just young acting a fool
Underdogs on top
Not until I get my spot
I'm a soul survivor
Some of this can not be taught
Life is like a show
Never
chômer et c'est
Caba qui a r'pris l'show (hein, hein)
Car il doit continuer comme dirait l'autre
J'ai des rimes très glauques
J'fais retentir les Glock
touched by an angel, I feel to love
Outlawz, we was taught by the original thug
I ain't shit without my homeboys
And you ain't shit without your's
Where
Uh, LA (yay yay) , Californi-i-a (Yay yay)
City of ballers, Hollywood, we love it!
(we love it)
Uh, LA (LA) , Californi-i-a (Californi-i-a)
City
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