So, pressure dem yah me dear, inna the latest wear. And Jah Lyrics in no way takes copyright or claims the lyrics belong to us. If you never get a slam yet fi a Nike Air! But You're on the mighty side of strong and the perfect side of good. Then everybody say O-Yea-yer.
This ain't 'bout no pimps n' hoes. Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry. Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school. Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone). I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie. Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated. Found a way to channel my anger not to embark. This here 'bout you an' me.
Chose me to be a. Prophet an' lead my people. Even thou they try to be. Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison. You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried. Softly as if I played piano in the dark. Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie. Throw Your Hands In The Air Lyrics. And will You try to pull me from the fray? Latest upgrade, new, improved. We gon keep this comin Comin' wit the dirtiest. Niggas on tha drank n' dro. Regret you eva did it. Put your hands in the air. ", go back weh she come from.
Better keep your ears open. Hit em' up wit all I got. If I raise my hands so weak and thin and frail. I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on. Beats come from Dew Real (YEAH). Superstar no Im not.
Hands in the air singing, "Have Thine own way. Inna your face dem can't speak, 'cause dem a dweet. Go ahead an' put 'em up. Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?
If you wanna holla, shout and scream, hey. Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent. Call who pimpin I got my own bat. Hard workin niggas that. Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre].
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