INTRO hey hey hey hey hey hey hey yulp hey hey hey hey hey hey hey yulp VERSE 1 he be on that hush yea thats that kush keep it on the low and he knows
Bron? I had that long time ago Butt naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no I mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P
1+1+1=3 1+1=2 1+3=4 1, 4, 1, 4, 1 1+1+1=3 3+1=4= B.E.P b**** Chorus: Love, love It's a simple little melody It's a simple little melody To me This is
Kardinal Offishall Not 4 Sale Due Me A Favour feat. Estelle {intro} Woah oh x 5 {verse 1} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on
you try you could never be Kim (Verse 1) Take it back to that Quiet Storm don't come without your firearm 4 alarm blaze I blaze bitches with that 1
break? That's rare, short time, waitin for a steak How many shooters holdin heat, waitin for a shot? Fall asleep in the car waitin for a shot Sniper's in D.C
up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1
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your thing let me do my thang Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang Please tell the D
in line with a knick knack paddy whack we'll be getting down when we roll in to your town roll call - l.a., new york, san francisco roll call - chicago, d.c
pump blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin' 'em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. D when it comes to ride Creep
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
[Verse 1 - Scarface] I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold
fact That his child is gone and tears can't bring him back Turn on the t.v. and seen the unabomber I flew to d.c., still they got no karma And everybody
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
[Verse 1 - T.I.] Ay say KT I remember bro standing out ten of uh Flip a bird split it up Antenna stickin' up For crooked cop patrollin' If the rad-doh
[Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love
1, 2, c'mon It's the final round, I'm 'bout to bounce, Baby I'm out, can you hear me now? Mic check c'mon, mic check 1, 2, c'mon It's the final round