Yo You wanna know why we do this We keep speakin' these verses In purpose of breakin' curses With persecutional surface keep tryin' to Put us in hearses
Crushed in space, pushed through time Movin' cautious, obey all signs Warnin' lights, they flash and blind Make a statement but don't define See I'm on
That's when you know a group is hip Is when your parents say What is it with the hippy, the hip, hip, hippy glows? And you can't understand a word they
We are gonna play the cut right now And it's gonna be a very very big hit [Foreign content] He feel it, she feel it, we feel it So round and round we
We want the levels pumpin' The monitors tweakin' Turn it up the first mic So we can hear him speakin' Everybody freaked out And wiggin' for the weekend
Yeah yeah yeah Let the fire burn, let the fire roar Bouncin' back and forth to beat Gettin' angle wings to soar high Yeah yeah yeah Let the fire burn
If you can feel it, feel it Then get with it, with it We stay witty with it So you can get it, get it We stay above average, stay killin' these tracks
My life be like ooh ahh, yeah, ooh My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh Ooh ahh, yeah, ooh My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh My life
What do you believe? What do you believe? What do you believe? Everybody needs something to see, something to feel And something to be Everybody needs
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby) Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine Be all mine, be all mine (Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby) Slow
Runnin', runnin' Lookin' for that love I once knew Runnin', I'm runnin' Trying to find my way back to you I've been runnin' since understandin' confiscated
When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits For dinner It was pain Almost drive a man insane What we could find for To survive another
I had a buddy come down 'round last July Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time
I had a buddy come down bout last July, he called me when he crossed the Mayson Dixie line he said he was headed down south and lookin for a real good
Yo Malik Blunt [B] Whassup? Tell me how you like your grits man [B] Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son I just don't like them sticky grits Word, that was
You play your part I'll play mine The beggar and the mime I'm getting good enough at feigning interest But that still puts me here pretending to listen
(featuring Allah Real & Masta Killa) [Hook: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits, for dinner It was pain almost drive
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