Hey, hey. . . What up, Term? Uh-huh. . . and it go like I'm just gonna let the beat ride out a little bit You know what I mean? Just so you can feel what I'm feeling Alright, now that we on the same p
(Timbaland) Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-what Wha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-what Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo! Put me in that drank, pu
Come again! Steady B like this I'm serious, as serious can get Especially when the mic's involved I won't sweat I came here tonight to do what's right To make you move, make you groove, with the rhym
Huh, do it Serious Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nike's And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic The microphone's burnin' like a flamin' torch And my lyrics are hot so they can
[Guru] From jump street I thump beats; that's bangin' in the streets. See, now my cipher's complete. I got each of my brothers on my side, right and left. Who's next to flex? I get more thrills than s
His resolve weakens and finally dissolves completely as the desire to remain with his beloved is far too strong. Can you see it in my eyes？ My life lost to this madness We're both alone So lost wit
New Gold Dream She is the one in front of me, the siren and the ecstasy New Gold Dream Crashing beats and fantasy, setting sun in front of me New Gold Dream And the world goes hot And the cities take
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