Open doors we find our way We look, we see, we smile Surely daybreaks cross our path And stay maybe a while Let them run, let them chase Let them hide
someone, to tell you A course towards a universal season Getting over overhanging trees Let them rape the forest They might stand and leave them Clearly
There's someone, to tell you, Acourse towards a universal season Getting over overhanging trees let them Rape the forest, they might stand and leave them
Boom Boom, Boom Boom, Boom I like that boom boom pow Them chicken jackin' my style They try copy my swagger I'm on that, on that, on that I hopped
out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his
'all hate I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes We wildin' out, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas is
To the gods in the sky there's one thing you can do you can send us some sun and we'll play you this tune because sitting in our room lying down with
dancing to this tune and when this tune is through we'll sneak to some place and continue to? say sing with your hips my baby when you're dancing to this tune
His clothes last about one eighth the expiration date When Mastermind and Offishall innovate a mix tape style Freestyles are for fuckin' with them freshmen
't care Let me see you put your hands up in the air I said get up! Girl, you look good I want to get to know you better You look good in them jeans And them
The room with the boom in the booth, I deliver The hottest, you prolly too small to acknowledge you Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them
out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement, called them
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
routes that would take them south, Away from the cold north to the sun, The rebel ridersa?¦. Black Chevy's, Rollers and Ford Escorts too Tanked up, tuned
his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them
dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you bombo Before me start trip Nuff a them a talk OutKast Nuff a them a trip Nuff a them come in like
, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass You asked for me? Well I'm back Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna Enter in