Music is what we like to play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, all day, all day, all day, all day To soothe your soul, yeah, yeah
Traducción: Foi. All Music Day.
I remember all the feelings And the day they stopped We are, we are all innocent We are all innocent, we are, we are We are, we are all innocent We
The money it goes up, day by day And baby, pricks should never say my name I came, from a place where it's all on So I'ma take war and lead the boys
thinkin' it all started fussin' wit three guys Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can fuck Around get shot down any day Niggas die everyday, all
glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words ***,
Love is at the park Flowers in our hair Music our password People really cared Unafraid to try Opened up our minds Reached for the sky Saw God all around
grave Could you make it shallow So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Ring around the rosey Pocket full of posey Ashes to ashes {Musical intro} We all
Ooh How we do it It's all about the music It's all about the music Everyday, day It seems it's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These
warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin' 'bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music
wid borrowing and begging) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all
Hook: The souljahs marching on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war Verse 1: Layzie Bone The cycle continues look what I've been
marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
you were when those nights got colder The day I thought that it was all over As you can see I survived Made the best of My Life [Music Fades]
flat to sleep all day. Good night, baby. Good night. Milkman's on his way. Sleep tight, oh, my baby. You sleep tight. Let's call it a day. Listen to
then get to pervin' Squa, squab music, Mobb music Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music The 213 the 41510 Pull a ho without a muthafuckin' tug of war
my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does, better than good was A spirit of music that
