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YeeDrop that beatWe don't playGet backOpen the gate,dominate,pushing my own weightFeelin vega omega was born in cassette tapesIn '88, hip-hop took control, back than when my girlfriend's name was NicoleRest in peace her soul, we had fun I think back, child prodigy gifted in blackFreestylin, we wildin banging on tablesI still have fun, my trio run, dee, and fableLivin on cable, livin on T.V. screens, internet, dvd, what is this all mean?My life is like a dream but inside I wanna scream cuz when I wear my sneakers n jeans I feel seventeenMy momma says get the C.R.E.A.M, but hazard this money schemeTo desecrate the art, and now I gave my heart, and delegate the sparks and admitWhen the pen hits the paper from despise squairy and water vapor originatorIve been here since it startedIve walked a thousand milesIm here to beg your pardonTo do a thousand smilesAnd when the day is overI hope your will is doneI hope your dancing overI hope your having funLetras de cancionesYo!Look at the crowd they're jinglinEveryones minglingHip-hop bringing people togetherTougher than leather, like run-D.M.CIts time to show up, blow up like t-n-tOr stay down, like a nomad wearing a crownI ricochet my vocabulary to slayThe fake, make no mistake we know who you areFake rock stars hiding behind guitarsIve been here since it startedIve walked a thousand milesIm here to beg your pardonTo do a thousand smilesAnd when the day is overI hope your will is doneI hope your dancing overI hope your having fun!No doubt I'm in it to win itBeen makin moves since the wombSolar strut, king tut out the tombHot begoons, try to pin me up to the boardsBut I check the city thoughts on the album like GeorgeMetropolis, no stoppin this, rock rockin this, pop lockin this like benzilOr that kid dat porensol use to chill with so dead as a misfitGrip, the microphone im too legit to quitI bit my style from angels on the night shiftLike who shines so dope but still givesIt just becomes a curse when evil height getsInto the mental path, use to be arts and crafts now its shots and graphsMath-matical, man's such a pityWhen you switch up your dity, try to fool gathom cityIs you with me, is you with meIts fly or die so get live tonightCan you feel the sick run the city?Is you with me, is you with meI said its fly or die so get live tonightOr show love to your gotham cityL.J.Three boys in a car coastinThree girls on the stars postinTheres just one king and he dont wear wingsSo lets stop the braggin and bostinIts likeThree boys in a car coastinThree girls on the stars postinTheres just one king and he dont wear wingsSo lets stop the braggin and boastin From Letras Mania