speak for themselves We?re desperate for leaving But obsessed with interstates And perfecting our own sound I do what I love and love what I do The beat of the drum
Il m'arrive parfois sur la rue tot le matin De revoir la meme vision en passant sur mon chemin Des femmes habillees de noir qui avancent d'un pas pesant
you ... I saw you Leaving? Clear blue sky? I'm hangin' I'm hanging with a deadman Aren't I? Hangin' with a deadman Am I? Am I? Hanging? Clear
(John Lennon & Paul McCartney) [Originally by The Beatles] Why don't we do it in the road? Mm Why don't we do it in the road? Ah Why don't we do it
of the brick lick hitters Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog Let off a hundred rounds drums
cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit flip flop It probably wouldn't stop. Talk shit and get socked. How ya hang em? Know a realer
[Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!"] [3 bars of drum beats] [Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!"] [Verse One: MC Serch] Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool
Blow! [Riddlore] Hang you around and the ground cause to bound to the sound Of the tomb of the boom we consumed by the pound Of the bass-drum bass some
rats got a better deal than I do [Aesop Rock][Chorus] It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum Steadily
's time, it's time to go the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged in the closet You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna
[Intro] Let it go! Ohh, yeah, we got drums Woo! Alkahol-iks, let's get it crackin y'all Ay J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt! [J-Ro] People gather
up so bad that wack MC's can't pronounce em Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang
't you a shame? Look at all your friends that came, and left alone. They heard you beating that wooden drum. Ain't you a claim to the souls left to hang
your time is spent Sitting on a flagpole So sweet in the sheets Baby can you dig the beat Pounding out a drum roll Bang bang let it hang I can't wait
bacon I need to find a duty doing sales or some shit Cause I was always good at talking people into dumb shit Fuck it, just program some drums I'll be
[B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin Got a K with a drum
I don't know what that is Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come