get a room, yeah that's what we should do oooh baaaby We should get a room, yo we should get a room, yeah that's what we should do oooh baaaby You ready? Let's
, and everybody that rides with me: it's from me to you. It's from me to you [me to you]. It's just our point of view. It's just our point of view
rides with me It's from me to you, it's from me to you, me to you It's just our point of view, it's just our point of view Point of view, point of view
snitches Endin' up another raid On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) [Verse 1: Akon] Some stone cold killers With a
dem snitches Endin' up another raid On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) [Verse 1: Akon] Some stone cold killers With a
a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big rigga I got a half a ounce and a 'four to bounce Half a brick
in the pipe Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother Take a puff, that's enough and pass
s that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica 'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar
(Sometimes I feel like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin' forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' let's Be Honest, I Break A Spirit, If She Break A Promise they Act Just Like They Momma's
moon of a light, turn the sun beige May the lord open up every grave Every prophet that was slayed May they roam the earth for thousands days Give 'em a body of a
is a mysterious doorway Through a long dark hallway, use your conscious as a compass To avoid bein' conquered by nonsense Use your subconscious as a map Once it's
" With a counterattack over tracks we build minds of the blind never calm when we bomb on neocons "let's go" Pump the level, the rebel to you Never lose or let a
I just did And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid Ay a prince it's the El Sid's version I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon The floor
, he's down with us Robocop boy, he's down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope or a phase with a
joke with a tech nine hard than a sex mob Next time, flex when it's my time I'll take a chump or a champ a clamp or a zamp so now the rolly polly holly
in a traffic jam with the punk ass cops behind me In a raid van understand I got a demon in my trunk And it's face change form and the hater got bucked