Now I chill real ill when I start to chill. When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills. Sipping pints of ale out the window sill. When I get my fill I'm chilly chill.
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya. There never was a city kid truer and bluer. There's more to me than you'll ever know. And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh.
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book, look. Give it back, you're wicky-wack. With your ticky-tack calls, didn't touch you at all. I didn't touch your hand, man, you know it's all ball.
Baby, I'm thanking you. . Looking back on when I started. Had a lot of sun and a lot of rain. I've had some joy and broken heartache. But now that doesn't mean a thing.
[Chores: BandoMoss] 1x. . Everyday a youngin gotta get up and go get it..... growing up in Mississippi bitch I'm rapping how I'm living...... trap living....syrup sipping...bitch this is how we trilling....this is how we trilling....this is how we trilling.....
(So sweet, so sweet). When He spoke to me. (So sweet, so sweet, yeah). Just the sound of His voice. (So sweet, so sweet). When He spoke to me. (So sweet, so sweet, yeah).
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. Bom bom bom bom. I'm happier than the morning sun. And that's the way you said that it would be. If I should ever bring you inside my life.
Daar komt Vjèze. Holler at ya boy boy. Daar komt Vjèze (oeh). Holler at ya boy. Daar komt Vjèze. Holler at ya boy boy. Daar komt Vjèze (oeh). Holler at ya boy.
Yea, yea. Yea yea. Willy Northpole, B.O.B. . [Repeat: x2]. Yea, well I'm a. Hood dreamer. Hood dreamin' all of my life. I'm a dreamer. I can get my dream if I try.
[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]. Dippin on the enemy I slides like a nigga should. Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood. Gangstas and gees servin that ass like the military.
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea). And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly. Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind.
Emporté par la foule, quand le 93 déboule. C'est pas un feu d'paille, c'est Seine Saint-Denis style. Ressort le pare-balles, sinon taille taille taille.
They got me fucked up yeah that's on the real. That's why I stay hustling like a treadmill. Rap niggas move real niggas lean. How the fuck you think I weigh ya girl then.
L'équipe de choc est de retour, crie-le!. Un son classique designé pour faire baliser les frileux. Quelques mesures feront l'affaire. Pour t'expliquer en détails le genre de gars à qui t'auras à faire.
Baby you're all that I want. When you're lyin' here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe. We're in heaven. We're in heaven. Oh thinkin' about all our younger years.
Intro. [Culture Freedom]. For those that can't be themselves shall be destroyed. . Verse 1. [Wise Intelligent]. Students listen to the lesson I be teaching..
Okay, rememnber the breif. And one and two and bounce and bounce. And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Bounce, bounce, bounce. .
Chorus:. The Lord will make a way,. if you just trust Him today.. Without a doubt, I know He'll bring you out,. I know the Lord will make a way.. . Verse 1:.
Heaven, heaven on earth!. Oh, oh, oh, oh!. Heaven, heaven on earth!. The spirit of the lord is upon me. His anointing is empowering. The kingdom of the lord is within me.
Chorus:. Hey D.J. Just play that song.. Keep me dancin all night long (4x). . Now what you hear is not a test. It's from ol school ta new school comin'.