Lyrics:
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
I survived gets better yeah I know
Yeh yeh yeah I know
Yeah
You already know who it is by now
DJ Kameo, Ha
Zelly Vibes
All I need is one night
get groovy pin you down
Grab you by your hair
We gonna get exclusive
Imma hold you down, take you outta Town
Show you how I move around
You ain't gotta
You can turn me
You can turn me
You can turn me up now
DJ turn us up this is one for the team
Touch down light it up we shut down
On a different
My friend said just go with the flow
Swore to myself it's the last time I'd go
Down town clubs ain't my scene at all
Thought I was heading for
CLOSED THE SHOW
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My friend said just go with the flow
Swore to myself it’s the last time I’d go
Down town clubs, ain’t my scene at all
Thought I
make that ass suffer
What a busta, I'd salute ya
But Manny my producer, letting loose on anybody tryna steal my DJ nigga
I'm a be shooting you
It ain't
War with a star, it’s light like saber
See I used to get curved by Stacia
But true say she done man a favour
See I don’t want no more problems, unless
and go head up
Then I slam them asses and lyricaly
Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize
See them they don't understand a system in judicial
The ICP is
be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)
(You niggas can't fuck with us)
They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
drove
Front porch swing where time ticks slow
Where a hidden piece of heaven most folks drive right by
Pick any small town anywhere on the map
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
Labo Entertainment
Fresh
Shebi won fe ki a lowo ni
A lowo tan atun wa se giveaway
O ti gbera tele but ko gbera mo
Otun pada gbera won ni not again
meet again
Yeah
Till we link again
Yeah
Just the two of us Billie
I'll give you shakes chilly
You the fresh prince, okay philly
I'm the king of fresh
the artist
Kill fresh
Kill game
Leave em by the carcass
Hold up fuck a hook man
Nigga already got this (Ahh Shit)
Pay homage and send the beat to Where Biggie
It's your boy d'wessy
Dj gizzy damzy and blessing
Ah in the building richeasy
I see you
It's about to go down
Anh it's your boy d'wessy
Yeah
Say tings loud
Say nothing the ting up
Skeer
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Dun know
Them should of know so we hot out ah road
Ahh yeah
Just had fresh bring it
Mr Vibez, oh..
Oh oh oh oh oh
Let me tell again
Ah ah ah ah
Da one a vibeze, yeah
African vibeze, yeah
Woah woah
Mixed by Alman
Like you, you know
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
and slice, nigga
You deep We rockin' out
God Don't let DJ bleep, nigga
Straight up Yo
Sittin' on top Feelin' like a beam when it get twisted on the Glock
par-ty
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth,
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