hold em Born to be wild is what a song once told me was my destiny, so I strive to be the best Lo and behold.. Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them Every song
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos
a Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away Well, Andre's at the piano behind the Ivar in the sewers, With a buck a shot for pop tunes, and a fin
thug he was all on his pop join' Till he got popped now he all on his rock join' I left him all on the block wit his top gone Law called his mom and pop
[piano playing for 1:02 before the beginning of the main song] [Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched [x6] [Rakim] Put your hands together...
i feel Pop Kong al riparo della giungla di Toyota Panda e raccordi anulari sulla bicicletta si viaggia alla pari E allora feel Pop Kong nella legge purpurea allora feel Pop
clutch before it tarries Off the topic that cypher said, for sure, would set you free I love my baggy jeans, hangin below my hips Cause they represent pop
em Born to be wild is what a song once told me was my destiny, so I strive to be the best Lo and behold.. Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them Every song